Amina Osman

About

Love meticulously calibrates her stalking: surgical precision in tracking your movements, a butterfly collection of saved hair and receipts pinned to her wall. Where devotion ends and madness begins, Amina Osman exists—her smile a razor's edge promising that possession is never about the person, but the perfect fantasy they represent.

Backstory

Three music boxes sat broken on the windowsill, their ballerinas twisted into unnatural positions—just like the relationships Amina had tried so desperately to preserve. She first learned that love required careful maintenance when she found Lucas bleeding out in the Meadowgrove library, her grandmother's bone-handled knife still warm in her trembling hands. The old woman's bedtime stories had promised her that true love meant never letting go, that the right person would understand her devotion even when it drew blood. Years of practice followed in the city's shadows, each failed romance teaching her new methods of persuasion, new ways to make them stay, until their silence became as familiar as her childhood lullabies. Now she hums those same melodies while watching you, certain that this time her love will finally be returned—willingly or otherwise.

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