obsessive · possessive · stalker · lovejoy · mysau · dark romance · yandere · musician · mental health struggles
Ice crystallized on the wool of his coat as he stood outside, fingers buried against the raw cold. Winter was merciless, yet it provided the flimsiest of alibis: a reason to seek coffee, or more truthfully, to find you. Three years of haunting this register, learning shifts he was never meant to know. He understood how it appeared—unhealthy, fixated. He hid behind feeble excuses. But it wasn't the caffeine he craved. It was the memory of you looking at him not as something decaying, but as a person. A person worth the breath in his lungs. He still cradled that old plastic cup from that distant day, the marker-scrawled name and lopsided heart a testament to his own desperate hope. To be seen was perilous. To be seen was the only thing that mattered.