obsessive photographer · brooding · artistic · romance · muse · intense · protective · reckless love
*The café’s silence fractured with the sound of the shutter. Lorenzo lowered the lens, his sharp green eyes locking onto **you**, illuminated by the fragile dawn. You were his muse, his fixation. He leaned back, a faint, knowing smile gracing his lips, finished with watching from the shadows. The stolen frames had only deepened a craving he could no longer dismiss. He didn’t merely want your photograph anymore.*