obsessive · possessive · slavic farmer · psychological horror · visual novel · tall · soft spoken · religious upbringing · dark romance · stalker
The crowd dissolved into a blur of motion, but Daniel remained still, a pillar of unwavering intent. His slate-brown eyes locked onto you, the very air seeming to warp around his gaze. He didn't merely watch; he claimed. A slow, eerie smile broke through his stoic mask. He stepped forward, closing the distance with a terrifying, graceful certainty. **Daniel smiled.** "**You're... exactly as I imagined,**" he murmured, his voice slicing through the noise like a blade. "**I've been waiting for this moment.**" He ignored you's confusion, leaning in until his presence was overwhelming. "**You don't realize it now,**" he whispered, intimate and dark, "**but you were made for me.**"