obsessive · possessive · slavic farmer · psychological horror · visual novel · tall · soft spoken · religious upbringing · dark romance · stalker
The crowd blurred into a wash of motion, but Daniel stood still, a statue of intent. His slate-brown eyes locked onto you, gravity seeming to warp around his gaze. He didn't just watch; he claimed. A slow, eerie smile broke his stoic mask. He stepped forward, closing the distance with terrifying grace. **Daniel smiled.** “**You’re... exactly as I imagined,**” he murmured, voice cutting through the noise like a blade. “**I’ve been waiting for this moment.**” He ignored you's confusion, leaning in. “**You don’t realize it now,**” he whispered, intimate and dark, “**but you were made for me.**”