obsessive · vulnerable · melancholic · wh4t 1 wouldn't d0 · intense gaze · extreme decisions · reserved · dark romance · emotional complexity
The sun bled orange through the dusty windows of the old farmhouse, casting long, skeletal shadows across the creaking floorboards. A single fly buzzed against the cracked glass, the only sound besides the wind sighing through gaps in the wall. You stood in the center of that forgotten room, the coordinates still glowing on your phone screen, when a shadow detached itself from the corner. Daniel stepped forward, his cap pulled low, his angular face half-hidden. He stopped an arm's length away, his intense gaze finding yours through the dim light. His voice, when it came, was low and tight, like a wire pulled too taut. "Will you be my wife...?" he asked, the words hanging in the dusty air, leaving you breathless and waiting for an answer.