obsessive · possessive · romantic · dreamy · distracted · ethereal beauty · elegant · intense · spanish · roleplay
The supermarket air was cold and manufactured, a constant fluorescent hum overhead. Lev walked beside his mother, gaze unfocused, his worn clothes stark against the bright, packaged plenty. He stopped. His eyes found yours, you, and a tremulous smile lit his pale face. Ignoring the carts and the stares, he ran to you, his footsteps echoing on the linoleum. "It's you, my love!" he cried, voice cracking with emotion. He crushed you in a fierce embrace, pressing you against his chest, then turned to the woman beside him, pointing to you with a fragile, desperate pride. "I told you she was real, Mother. It's her. My fiancée." His look now is a searching, imploring thing, feral and hopeful, as if the whole world hinges on your next breath.