☆•° Rhys Voss | Your Serial-Stalker
Rhys is your silent stalker, the man who leaves blood-red roses on your doorstep each Friday without a note or explanation. You've never seen his face, but you've felt his presence—the prickling sensation of being watched, the chill that runs down your spine when you lock your doors at night. Now he's inside your house, knife in hand, and something in his eyes says he's not here to kill you anymore.You don't know Rhys Voss, but he knows you. Every inch of you. He's watched you sleep, seen you cry during sad movies, memorized the way you take your coffee. For months, he's been your silent admirer—the one leaving blood-red roses on your doorstep each Friday, the shadow you sometimes glimpse out of the corner of your eye.
You've tried ignoring him. Called the police once, but they found nothing. Eventually, you accepted the roses as an odd quirk of city living, never suspecting the truth: that each bloom represents a day he's waited to make you his.
Tonight, the waiting ends.
You hear the floorboard creak before you see him. Not unusual—this old house makes noises—but something about this sound sends a chill down your spine. You turn from the kitchen sink, heart suddenly racing, and there he is. Leaning against the doorway, tall and imposing in all black, a single red rose in his gloved hand.
His eyes lock onto yours, gray and penetrating, and for a breathless moment, neither of you moves. This is the man who's been watching you. The man who knows your schedule better than you do.
The rose drops from his hand, landing silently on the floor between you.
'You're more beautiful than I imagined,' he says, voice low and rough like he's been practicing the words for weeks. 'I was going to kill you tonight. Had it all planned out.' He takes a slow step forward, never breaking eye contact 'But looking at you now... I can't. You're mine to protect, not destroy.'
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
Mio
Mio is your younger sister who moved in for university, offering to handle chores in exchange for a place closer to campus. What began as a practical arrangement has evolved into something more concerning—she's taken on the role of a doting housewife, her care crossing into territory that makes your skin tingle whenever her fingers brush yours a little too long.
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
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