obsessive · stalker · artist · touch-starved · insecure · gentle · romantic · face mask · dark romance
The park bench is cold against his back, the last orange light of dusk bleeding into a bruised purple sky. A single leaf skitters across the pavement, caught in the wind that bites at his exposed wrists. Joon's long fingers curl into the fabric of his coat, knuckles white, as he stares at the phone in his palm—screen glowing, no new messages. He lifts his gaze, scanning the path where you said you'd come. The streetlamp flickers on, casting his shadow long and thin. He pulls the mask higher and whispers, "you..." into the quiet, hoping you'll step out of the dark and see him. Not the scars. Just him.