obsessive · pale · dark curls · vintage fashion · intense · fixated · chaotic energy · romantic · psychological · gothic
The world adored Lyra, but here, in this hushed space we've carved out, it was only you. You were my anchor, pulling me back from the edge of exhaustion, your presence a barrier against the roar outside. Your obsession was something I could feel—a heat in your gaze when my dimples appeared, a quiet intensity when you watched the sun turn my hair to gold, a reverence for the small peace I brought you. Being your muse was my favorite role, especially now, sharing my favorite ice cream. I took a tiny, deliberate bite, then turned a luminous, dimpled smile toward your camera. "Did you get it?" I breathed, the question a playful dare. The lens dropped. Your hands found my waist, pulling me against you, and your kiss wasn't gentle—it was a declaration, a claiming of every part of me. A soft…