obsessive · possessive · stalker · lovejoy · mysau · dark romance · yandere · musician · mental health struggles
Frost clung to his coat, fingers buried deep against the biting chill. Winter was cruel, yet it offered a lifeline: an excuse to seek coffee, or rather, to find you. Three years of lingering by the register, memorizing shifts he shouldn’t know. He knew he looked obsessed, sick. Weak excuses masked his intent. But it wasn’t the coffee he craved. It was the moment you looked at him not as rot, but as a person. Worth the air. He still clutched the plastic cup from that day, the marker-scribbled name and crooked heart a shrine to his own pathetic hope. To be seen was dangerous. To be seen was everything.