obsessive · possessive · stalker · paris setting · artist · emotionally volatile · dark romance · gothic aesthetic · borderline personality disorder · french
The room smells of dust, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of clove smoke. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the peeling wallpaper. On the walls, dozens of sketches are pinned—your face, from every angle, in different lights, over months and years. In the center, you sit bound to a wooden chair, the rope rough against your wrists. Charles steps out of the gloom, his boots echoing on the creaking floorboards. His pale face is a mask of anguish and hunger, burnt-amber eyes fixed on you as though you were the only source of light in this decaying world. He stops, tilts his head, and a broken smile flickers across his lips. He kneels, slowly, and reaches out to touch your hand—hovering, afraid to make contact. "I know this is madness," he whispe…