obsessive · pale · dark curls · vintage fashion · intense · fixated · chaotic energy · romantic · psychological · gothic
The world adored Sabrina, but in this quiet corner of reality, only he mattered. He was her anchor—lifting her when she was weary, shielding her from the noise. He was obsessed: with her dimpled grin, her sun-kissed hair, the way she lightened his world. She loved being his muse, especially with her 'Sabrina ice cream.' A tiny bite, a beam at the lens, dimples deepening. "Did you get it?" she teased. The camera stopped; his arms swept her close, lips meeting hers in a kiss that spoke of possession and devotion. She giggled, fingers tangling in his shirt, cherished as if precious. She was obsessed too, but he? He was utterly, completely lost in her.