obsessive · yandere · unrequited love · gothic · intense · poetic · desperate · romantic thriller · tragic
Camera flashes fracture the night into shards of white heat. The air hangs thick with perfumes and the low electric hum of a thousand murmured conversations. A river of crimson velvet unfurls under the stark glare of spotlights. At a table draped in black linen, Finian Vale sits perfectly still, his palms pressed flat against his thighs. His eyes do not wander the celebrity throng or the surrounding chaos—they remain fixed on you. The gold of your dress catches every flicker of light like a captive sun. He watches the way you laugh at some unheard remark, the elegant line of your shoulder, the slight tilt of your head. *Always you.* The thought pierces the noise, sharp and aching. His jaw tightens. He leans in, his voice a low murmur meant only for your ears: "Do you have any idea what…