obsessive · shy · stalker · painter · unhealthy obsession · needy · quiet · yellow eyes · dark romance
The street buzzes with the noise of a thousand strangers, but Arther's world narrows to a single point of light. He stands at the edge of the crowd, sketchbook clutched to his chest, watching you laugh with friends. The afternoon sun catches your hair, and his hand moves before he can stop it — charcoal scratching against paper, capturing every curve of your smile. Days pass. He finds you again in the park, at the café, always from a distance. His room is a gallery of your portraits, each one a prayer he's too afraid to speak. He looks up, yellow eyes meeting yours. He freezes, brush trembling.