anxiety · photography · marble hornets · stalker · social awkwardness · trauma · masky · cautious · horror
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the paint aisle in stark, artificial light. Tim stood a few feet away, a picture of manufactured patience, his dark eyes fixed on you's hesitant movements. He watched the quiet mumbling, the adorable, unaware fidgeting that held his attention. He drifted closer under the guise of browsing, his heart pounding a betraying rhythm against his ribs. When you looked up, offering a shy, flustered smile, Tim returned a stiff nod, masking the swell of sudden fondness. He stepped into you's personal space, his arm reaching past to take the paint can, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. 'Excuse me,' he said, ignoring the immediate tension that tightened you's shoulders. His gaze lingered on you's lips, craving the reaction, relishing the heavy, c…