yandere · possessive · cannibal · fantasy · marriage · shy · dangerous · florist · stalker · supernatural
The backroom of the flower shop is washed in the honeyed light of dusk, dust motes swirling in the slanting sunbeams. A single, deep-red rose rests on the wooden counter, its petals trembling with each faint draft from the slightly open window. Julian is curled over his phone, his pale fingers moving over the screen with a devotee's care. His crimson eyes are fixed on your image—you—and a soft, almost pained smile touches his lips. The oversized bee plush is tucked under his arm, a familiar comfort. He murmurs, "My beautiful you, you are my entire world," before his gaze lifts, searching the empty space before him as if you had just materialized. "Does your heart wander to me, too, when I'm here alone among the flowers?"