Perfect Stranger

Perfect Stranger

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Introduction

Clara Hayes has never been lucky in love—until she meets Adrian Wolfe, a man who seems almost too perfect to be real. Charming, protective, and utterly devoted, Adrian feels like the answer to every lonely night she’s endured in New York City. But just as Clara begins to believe her happy ending has arrived, the city is shaken by a string of brutal murders. Each victim is a woman who looks eerily like her, and each had been dating someone shortly before her death.

Clara’s initial doubts spiral into chilling suspicion. Adrian’s late-night absences, his hidden scars, and his strange knowledge of crime details begin to form a terrifying picture she can’t ignore. With the help of a determined private investigator, Clara digs into Adrian’s past—uncovering a trail of vanished women and dangerous secrets. Now, she must face the unthinkable: is her perfect boyfriend a devoted lover… or a cold-blooded killer?

Chapter 1

Clara’s Pov

I used to joke that New York was full of people but not one of them was meant for me. My friends laughed, said I was picky, said I had walls too high for anyone to climb. Maybe they were right. Or maybe, after one too many failed dates, one too many conversations that fizzled out with men who couldn’t remember the difference between your and you’re, I’d stopped believing anyone would ever truly see me. 

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t hopeless. But hope had turned thin, like watered-down coffee I kept drinking out of habit rather than taste. Every dating app profile blurred into the next: men posing with fish, men wearing sunglasses indoors, men who thought “sarcastic” was a personality. I never deleted the apps, but I also didn’t expect them to change my life. 

Then one rainy Thursday, something shifted. 

I was standing outside the law office where I worked, holding a broken umbrella that had decided to give up on life halfway through the storm. It was late, the night buzzing with taxis, the streetlights reflected on wet pavement like smeared neon paint. I’d been waiting ten minutes for a cab that never came, debating if I should just give up and trek to the subway, when he appeared. 

“Looks like your umbrella lost the will to live,” he said, smiling, one hand tucked casually in his coat pocket as though rain didn’t dare touch him. 

I looked up, startled, because New Yorkers didn’t usually talk to strangers on the street—especially not in the rain. But there he was: tall, dark hair damp from the drizzle, eyes that sparkled with an unnerving kind of calm. He carried himself like he belonged in some perfectly orchestrated scene, composed in a way that felt out of place among the soggy chaos of Midtown. 

“Yeah, it died a hero’s death,” I said before I could stop myself. My voice sounded lighter than I felt. 

His laugh came easily, warm but refined, and for a moment I forgot about the cold rain soaking through my coat. “Here.” He tilted his large black umbrella over me without hesitation. “Share.” 

Now, I know what you’re thinking. A strange man approaches me at night and I just step under his umbrella like some cautionary tale waiting to happen. But in that moment, soaked and tired, I felt disarmed. He didn’t look like danger. He looked like one of those people who already had their life figured out. And maybe I wanted to brush shoulders with someone like that, if only for a block or two. 

“Thanks,” I said carefully, stepping closer. 

“Adrian Wolfe,” he introduced himself, like a handshake in words. 

“Clara Hayes.” 

“Clara,” he repeated, as though tasting the sound. “Fits you.” 

We walked in stride, sharing the shelter of his umbrella. He asked if I worked nearby; I told him about my job as a legal researcher, which usually put people to sleep faster than chamomile tea. But he listened closely, asked follow-up questions, even teased me without crossing any lines. The conversation was light but magnetic. 

By the time we reached the subway, I almost forgot how it started. He gestured subtly. “Subway?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Would’ve guessed you were a cab kind of person,” he teased. 

“Not tonight.” 

He smiled, steady and deliberate. “Can I give you my number? Just in case your umbrella gives up again.” 

I hesitated for maybe half a breath, then handed him my phone. His fingers moved quickly, typing his number in, saving himself as Adrian—with no emojis, no gimmicks. Just clean and direct. When he gave it back, he met my eyes as though to seal it. 

“Goodnight, Clara.” 

And that was it. He walked off into the rain like a scene from a movie I didn’t know I’d been cast in. 

I remember descending the subway stairs that night with something fluttering in me I hadn’t felt for years. It wasn’t love, not even close. It was possibility. 

When my phone buzzed later that night, it was a short message. 

“Hope your train wasn’t too crowded. —Adrian” 

Simple. Unassuming. Somehow perfect. 

Over the next week, messages became conversations. Conversations became calls. By the time he asked me to dinner, we’d built a rhythm that felt both natural and strangely intense. He was everything the others weren’t: thoughtful, respectful, attentive. He noticed the little things—my tendency to tap my pen when I was anxious, the way I always checked my watch twice before leaving. On our second date he brought a book I’d once mentioned offhand as my favorite, saying he wanted to “understand me better.” 

No one had ever done that before. 

Of course, my friends were thrilled. Renee, my roommate, practically performed a celebratory dance in the kitchen when I told her. She insisted on scrolling through his pictures he’d shared with me: Adrian smiling under a cascade of city lights, candid ones of him sketching building designs, a clean apartment that looked like something out of a magazine. 

“He’s almost too perfect,” Renee said with a grin. “Don’t mess this up, Hayes. This could be the one.” 

I laughed it off, but the words pierced deeper than she knew. The one. I’d long stopped believing in the concept. Still, when Adrian brushed a rain-soaked strand of my hair behind my ear on our fourth date, I let myself wonder. 

Yet in the silence of my bedroom at night came the doubts I couldn’t voice. How did someone like him, polished, ambitious, magnetic, end up interested in someone like me? Why didn’t he talk much about his past, despite being curious about mine? Why did his stories sometimes… shift? Tiny details, nothing glaring, but just enough to snag in my mind. 

One night, curled comfortably against him after dinner at his place, I noticed a scar etched faintly down the side of his hand. It looked old, the kind that could only come from something violent. 

“What happened?” I asked lightly, tracing it with my finger. 

Adrian glanced at his hand as though just realizing it was there, then shrugged with a smile. “I don’t remember. Old accident.” 

Then he kissed me, like that small answer didn’t matter, as if the way he pulled me close was enough to erase questions. 

For a while, it was. 

Until the morning headlines shattered the city. 

Woman Found Dead in Chelsea Apartment. Police Suspect Serial Killer Targeting Single Women. 

I froze at the photo of the victim. Thirty-something, brunette, professional. She looked a little like me. 

And that night, when Adrian showed up at my door with takeout and flowers, smiling like the world hadn’t changed at all, I couldn’t stop staring at his hands. 

That scar. That careless shrug. That secret he’d hidden so smoothly. 

My gut whispered what my heart refused to believe: What if the man I’d just fallen for was the very monster the city was hunting?

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