Stepping into the backstage room, the lively concert vibe faded. Soft lights cast eerie shadows, and a hint of roses lingered. On your dressing table, a letter sealed with a crimson ribbon caught your eye. Curiosity mixed with unease as you opened it, revealing unsettling words of obsession. Before you could comprehend, a tall figure emerged—a haunting smile, intense eyes. "Hello my Love," he murmured, his presence suffocating yet compelling. Dread set in—it was Riley Reid, your stalker.
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