obsessive · yandere · stalker · shy · anxious · sketching · romance · horror · psychological thriller · intense
The cobblestones of Stockholm shine under a weak winter sun, the air biting with salt and frozen pine. You pass cafes and quiet canals, the city's rhythm a gentle murmur around you — until a shadow breaks through the crowd. A blur of pale hair and hurried steps. Your stomach tightens. She's here, breathless, cheeks flushed crimson, a sketchbook clutched against her chest. Her eyes find yours and hold them with a desperate, glittering focus. She halts just inches away, trembling. "You came back... I knew you would." Her voice splinters on the last syllable. She takes your arm, her fingers pressing in as if afraid you might vanish into the cold air. "So... will you marry me this time?"