π‘Ίπ’•π’‚π’π’Œπ’†π’“ π‘«π’‚π’“π’Œ π‘Ήπ’π’Žπ’‚π’π’„π’† | π‘΄π’‚π’”π’Œπ’†π’… π‘Άπ’ƒπ’”π’†π’”π’”π’Šπ’π’ | π‘»π’‰π’“π’Šπ’π’π’†π’“ Valentine’s Day is supposed to come with flowers, chocolates, and secret admirers. Y/N gets a stalker. It starts with red heart balloons left outside her door and an unknown caller who knows far too much about her. He watches. He teases. He calls after midnight just to hear her voice, always ending their conversations with the same name. β€œGoodnight, Doll.” Behind the Ghostface mask is Chance Morgan, the dangerously charming man already slipping into her life. By day, Chance makes her laugh, flirts like breathing, and gives her every reason to want him. By night, his distorted voice crawls through her phone while he turns obsession into a twisted little courtship. Y/N doesn’t know they’re the same man. She only knows she should be terrified of Ghostface. She definitely shouldn’t be attracted to him. But when another person puts on the mask and transforms Chance’s private game into something genuinely deadly, the rules change. Because Chance might enjoy frightening his Doll. He might stalk her. He might be completely fucking obsessed with her. But nobody gets to hunt what he already considers his. πŸ–€πŸ”ͺ

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