Through her eyes

She has never met him. She knows everything about him.
That evening, Emma stands in the corridor of a luxury hotel, a few steps from Alex's room. Beige walls. Identical doors. The low hum of air conditioning. She waits. She has always waited. For three years, she has watched him through screens, traced his footsteps from Paris to Vancouver, dissolved into the shadows at the edges of fashion shows. Tonight, she will cross a line she should never have approached.
Through Her Eyes is the intimate, unflinching portrait of an obsession. Emma is not mad — she is alone. And in her solitude, Alex has become a refuge, then a certainty, then a necessity. The narrative moves from the inside, pressed close against her thoughts, where the boundary between admiration and possession erases itself until nothing remains.
An apartment too small. Sleepless nights before a screen. A fan forum with its toxic undercurrents. A flight to Vancouver. A hotel room door, left ajar. Emma does not notice how far she has fallen — and that is precisely what makes this novel impossible to set down.
Raw, immersive, and deeply unsettling. It will leave a mark.
⚠ 18+ — This novel contains psychological violence, voyeurism, explicit sexual content, self-harm, and themes of mental distress. For mature readers only.