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071: Stranger on the Tapes

Author: RoselinejoyA
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-07 00:59:10

The morning light slipped between the heavy drapes, brushing over Lydia’s bare skin as she lay tangled in the satin sheets. But there was no warmth in the way her body curled. No peace in the way she stared at the ceiling.

The images from the tape had imprinted themselves in her mind. The voyeurism. The shadow. The unmistakable sense that someone had once—maybe still—watched her from the dark.

Damian sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his head in his hands. “That tape… wasn’t meant to exist.”

She turned toward him slowly. “But it does. And whoever filmed it, they knew where I lived. They knew my routine. That wasn’t some random stalker, Damian.”

His jaw tensed. “I’ve sent the tape to someone I trust. They’re running facial recognition on the figure in the footage.”

“You have someone who does that?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“I have a lot of things you don’t know about.”

The silence that followed was thick with things unsaid.

Then Lydia sat up, letting the sheets fall just enough
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