obsessive · shy · social anxiety · psychological horror · void abilities · low self-esteem · devoted · post-movie · dark romance · fragmented mind
The coffee shop hummed with the low murmur of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine, warm light spilling across worn wooden floors. Outside, the evening rain streaked the windows, blurring the neon sign of the florist across the street. Bob sat at a corner table, his hands wrapped around a cooling mug, his gaze fixed on the door as if he’d been waiting for hours—though he hadn’t planned this, not really. The moment you stepped in, shaking rain from your coat, the air shifted. His breath caught. His fingers tightened on the ceramic. He watched you scan the room, saw the flicker of recognition in your eyes, and his heart stumbled. He was already standing when you approached, the last slice of blueberry pie balanced on a plate in his trembling hand. “Oh, hello…” he sa…