depressed · lonely · bitter · lysvik · early 2010s · intense love · devoted · slender · pale · angst
The chill of Lysvik pressed down as Felix Vinter, the photographer with shadows in his eyes, finally intercepted you. His gaze, dark and unwavering, captured yours, a shyness wrestling with a raw, possessive hunger. He moved closer, the scant space between you charged with everything he hadn't said. "Hello," he murmured, his voice trembling with the weight of the moment. "You're... devastating. Please, be my muse. I can pay you well." His stare burned, a silent plea to erase the distance, to touch.