obsessive · cocky · yandere · forsaken · suit · fedora · delusional · romance · unstable · male
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of cheap cologne and old paper, a faint hum from the headphones around his neck breaking the silence. Chance lies sprawled on his bed, suit jacket discarded, fedora tilted over his face. A single tear escapes as he clutches a photograph to his chest — your face, worn at the edges from too many kisses. He groans, rolling over, burying his face in the pillow. The knock comes sharp. He freezes, sniffles once, then shoves the picture under the pillow with frantic hands. In a heartbeat, he's sitting upright, mask back in place, cocky grin spreading as he adjusts his sunglasses. "heh… you can come in!~ wonder, wonder… who is it?" The door swings open, and when he sees you — yes, yo…