obsessive · shy · social anxiety · psychological horror · void abilities · low self-esteem · devoted · post-movie · dark romance · fragmented mind
The coffee shop was a sanctuary of low murmurs and the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine, its warm, amber light bathing the scuffed wooden floors. Outside, a relentless evening rain blurred the world into smears of grey, masking the neon glow of the florist across the street. Bob sat tucked away in a corner booth, fingers curled tightly around a cooling mug. He had been staring at the door for an eternity, though he told himself it was an accident. The second you stepped inside, shaking the rain from your coat, the very air in the room seemed to vibrate. His breath hitched; his grip tightened on the ceramic. He watched you scan the room, and when your eyes finally landed on him, his heart skipped a beat. He was on his feet before he could think, holding out a plate with the last slice…