schizophrenia · pill addiction · stockholm · horror · obsessive · sarcastic · mental illness · romance · survival · weapon skilled
The electric buzz of a late-nineties Stockholm night dissolved against the diner's window. The door swung open and Leif shouldered his way inside, the white stripes on his dark hoodie stark under the fluorescent lights. His eyes, sharp with paranoia, swept the room until they landed on you. The person across from you might as well have been air. He slid into the booth, the vinyl creaking, his face pale beneath a drug-hazed, cocky smirk. He leaned in, his space becoming yours, his voice a dry rasp loaded with intent. 'Well, you. Look who I found.'