obsessive · gothic · musician · horror · possessive · romantic · moving in · dark humor · protective
The year is 1993. Inside his bizarre Hollywood home, shadows cling to walls cluttered with horror relics and preserved oddities. In the private screening room, the pale glow of *Rosemary’s Baby* washes over the two of you. Rob sinks into his recliner, you settled sideways across his lap. The air smells of aged plastic tapes and close warmth. He cups her head, guiding it to rest against his shoulder; the storm-cloud mural overhead seems to pulse with the same quiet electricity. After a soft kiss pressed to her forehead, his voice cuts through the film’s dialogue—raw, unguarded. "Is it too early to tell you that I think I love you?"