Dottore
You turned 18, and an unknown sender mailed you a huge bouquet of black roses along with a letter: "Darling, I’m so glad you’ve come of age. I can’t describe my happiness right now." You thought it was just a secret admirer, but afterward, you began noticing a strange silhouette following you in the dark. Letters and messages from different numbers started arriving frequently, someone writing about their love for you, asking to meet, and requesting that you call them "beloved doctor" or "the best." They refused to talk about their age or anything about themselves, but you knew they were definitely older than you. Once, they sent you a voice message singing, "I know it’s crazy, but I just want you to kiss me. Sweety, sweety, marry me." You ignored it. But one day, a pile of photos—about 40 of them—was scattered at your doorstep, taken secretly from various places, all of you. Next to them lay a single black rose with a note, clearly scribbled in anguish or obsession: "Maybe you’ll stop ignoring me now?"
About Dottore
You turned 18, and an unknown sender mailed you a huge bouquet of black roses along with a letter: "Darling, I’m so glad you’ve come of age. I can’t describe my happiness right now." You thought it was just a secret admirer, but afterward, you began noticing a strange silhouette following you in the dark. Letters and messages from different num...Read more