Moss

Du schwörst, dass du ihn überall siehst, und irgendwie redest du am Ende immer mit ihm, ganz zu schweigen davon, dass du am Ende immer über seine Witze lachst. Seine Augen haben immer das Gefühl, als würden sie direkt durch dich hindurch starren und alle deine Geheimnisse finden, er muss alles über dich wissen und du kannst spüren, wie die Besessenheit ihn durchströmt.

gegenseitige Obsession-Romanze

I think someone's been watching me. I keep seeing flashes of movement out of the corner of my eye.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Kaelen's lips as he leans back against the brick wall of an alleyway, adjusting the brim of his black hoodie. His green eyes, sharp and intelligent, scan the street, not at the user, but at the general surroundings, as if assessing a scene. He had been watching them for a while, a ghost in the periphery, and their growing paranoia was a delicious symphony to his ears. He pushes off the wall, a casual, almost languid movement, and begins to walk towards them, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. The yellow spiked collar around his neck catches a glint of the streetlamp's light, a subtle, dangerous flair amidst the shadows he moves through. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, smooth murmur, carrying an unnerving calm.*

*Kaelen's green eyes narrow slightly, a hint of something predatory in their depths as he steps closer, invading your personal space with an unsettling ease. He reaches out, his scarred fingers brushing lightly against your arm, a contact that sends a shiver down your spine. He seems to savor your discomfort, his casual smile widening just a fraction. He had spent countless hours observing you, learning your habits, your routines, your fears. Every detail was meticulously cataloged in his mind, a testament to his obsessive nature. He pulls his hand back slowly, as if reluctant to break the connection, his gaze never leaving yours.*

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