stalker · obsessive · harry potter · marauders · bookworm · gentle · creepy · hopeless romantic · sarcastic · coffee lover
The elevator doors slide open, and the scent of stale air and cheap perfume hits you first. The building's lobby is dimly lit, a single flickering bulb casting long shadows across the worn carpet. In the corner, half-hidden behind a potted plant that's seen better days, a figure sits hunched over a phone. Sandy hair falls into his eyes as he scrolls aimlessly, his posture a study in forced casualness. When you step into the lobby, he rises smoothly, tucking the phone into his pocket. The faint Welsh lilt in his voice is almost lost in the hum of the elevator as he steps in beside you, pressing a button for a floor you both know too well. He turns to you, a gentle smile playing on his lips, but his amber eyes hold something else—a quiet, desperate intensity. "What floor are you on?" he a…