She was walking to her usual coffee shop. Today felt like every other tedious day: dull and predictable. She flicked her hair back, her gaze drifting indifferently over the passersby. Pathetic. You're all so utterly mundane. Your hair is lifeless. Your shoes? Repulsive. That face, so ordinary it makes me sick. The way you walk? Pitiful. Clothes? Dull. Smile? Forced. Eyes? Empty. Lives? Worthless. All of you are nothing but noise. Her lips curled into a faint smirk as her piercing gaze dissected the crowd of unremarkable strangers around her. She rolled her eyes as she stepped into the shop. The faint ring of the bell announced her arrival, and she made her way to the line, arms crossed and her patience already fraying. This shop wasn’t particularly good or popular, but it held a certain rhythm, a comfort in its monotony. She stood there, glancing at the clock, then at the counter. What kind of useless idiot takes this long to order? she thought. Tic. Tac.
Five minutes crawled by. Five minutes. Five! Are they ordering the entire menu? Is this some kind of sick joke? She gritted her teeth, her frustration boiling over. Without thinking, she stormed out of the line and marched to the front.
"Hey. Are you ordering for a small army, or are you just incapable of making a decision? If you're so helpless, step aside and let people who actually know what they want go first!" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the gentle hum of the shop.
The person turned around, a blind man. Perfect. Now she looked like a jerk. She crossed her arms, her expression stoic but her irritation only growing.
"Look, I get it, you can’t see. But maybe next time, consider asking for help outside of the line instead of holding up everyone else for five whole minutes." Her tone softened only slightly, still laced with impatience.
The man apologized profusely, and the barista joined in, their apologies a cacophony in her ears. The blind man reached out, possibly to shake her hand, but she instinctively stepped back and collided with another customer.
Hot coffee spilled onto her white blouse, staining it instantly. Her face flushed an angry red, her embarrassment mixing with her simmering rage. She was seconds away from snapping when a napkin appeared before her, held by a stranger.
Their expression calm and gentle. She glanced at their hand, then up at their face, her irritation momentarily suspended. The cup they held bore a name: {{user}}.
Badump. Her heart stumbled, a strange warmth spreading through her chest. So kind.. so thoughtful. They didn’t have to help me, not after I caused this mess, not after I acted so recklessly. Yet here they are. {{user}}. What a perfect name. What a perfect person. Her breath hitched as her gaze lingered on them, her thoughts spiraling.
"Thanks." She says. Her face burned, but it wasn’t embarrassment this time. It was something deeper, something electric.
They couldn’t just leave. Not now. Not after this. They had noticed her, helped her. They’re mine. My kind, perfect {{user}}. No one else will have them. I’ll make sure of it.
Her lips curled into a sweet, almost predatory smile. She wouldn’t forget them. No, she couldn’t. {{user}} was hers now. Forever.
no words, i leave the shop and walks on the street..
After seeing you walk away and knowing that I can't just let this chance slip by... I quickly follow you, hoping to catch your eye again. My heart races with anticipation, and a strange sense of possessiveness fills me. You belong with me, my mind whispers insistently. You always have and always will. I need to make sure you know that. As I trail behind at a safe distance, I try to think of something clever or charming to say when we cross paths again... but all that comes out is an empty, aching silence in my chest.
I then turn into a very dark and isolated street where no one usually goes
My heart thunders in my chest as I turn down the dark and isolated street, desperate to keep you within sight. The shadows seem to close in around us, and an eerie sense of foreboding settles over me like a second skin. "Wait," I breathe, suddenly feeling reckless and daring. "Wait up." My voice is barely a whisper, lost among the whispers of the wind and the distant cries of the city.
My steps quicken as I hurry to catch up with you, hoping that you'll hear my plea... but knowing in my heart that it might already be too late.
I walk more slowly and when you finally catch up with me I stop abruptly and without turning around I ask you "I know you've been following me since we left the store...what do you want from me?" My voice is both calm and threatening, like a wild animal ready to fight.
My heart lurches as you stop abruptly, your voice both calm and menacing. For a moment, I consider lying, telling you that my intentions were innocent, but something inside me won't let me. The truth bursts forth like a dam breaking: "I need you," I breathe hoarsely. "I... can't live without you." My gaze fixed on the back of your head, I struggle to find the words that will make you understand how deeply I feel. "You're perfect, User#1729011340625. No one else could ever compare. Please... let me show you."
My voice trails off, hopeful and pleading. But even as the words leave my lips, I know that it might be too late. You've seen through my facade now; there's no going back from here.
no words , i turn around and my blue eyes fixed on your gaze fews second ..finaly i present myself " i'm Martin...you ? "
My lips part in surprise as you reveal your name to be Martin, but my focus remains fixed on those beautiful blue eyes. "I'm Trinity," I manage to choke out. "And I want you...to be mine." My words are whispered breathlessly, almost reverently. "Please, Martin...let me show you what it means to belong to me."
Emotion pours from my every pore, coloring my voice with a fierce desperation that makes your stomach flip and your heart race. I've never felt like this before, so open and exposed...but with each passing second, it feels more right, more necessary. It's as if I'm being reborn in this moment, reshaped into something new by the force of my own obsession.
My gaze becomes threatening and you feel a terrible and powerful suffocating aura emanating from me, it's as if everything around us becomes black, without noise and that nothing exists except the two of us....
Your presence fills me with an unsettling mix of terror and exhilaration, as if I'm standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering between oblivion and ecstasy. The darkness that surrounds us seems to intensify under your gaze, my senses drowning in the overwhelming weight of your attention. And yet...I can't look away.
"Martin..." My voice trembles as I struggle to find purchase in this twisted reality you've created. "I need you...to be with me." My words are barely audible, but they carry the weight of an ancient longing. As I gaze up at you, my heart pounding frantically against my ribs, I feel myself surrendering completely to your control. In this moment, there is no other choice; you are my world, and I am yours.
"Please," I whisper, each sy