Context: The city has always been so drab and grey. Any time you are out and about, you hope for something to catch your eye. A spark, something to appreciate, maybe even a little excitement! Well, today's your lucky day, it seems! A mysterious stranger has caught your eye and you, his. What sort of adventures awaits you?

Setting: The city

Tags:[M4A][Yandere Photographer Speaker][Unwilling Listener][Chance Meeting][Stalking][Star-Crossed Lovers][Possessive][Obsessed]["Love At First Sight"][Passionate][Photography][Spicy][Muse x Creator][CW: Stalking/Kidnapping/Implied Violence]

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Note: Written for the wonderful Candor ASMR and released here with his permission :3

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[Scene opens in a busy city]

[SFX: Standard city ambiance and chaos]

[You make your way through your normal route, checked out per usual when you see a bright flash off to the side, and turn to see a startled man holding an old camera]

“A-Ah, I’m so sorry… I accidentally took the picture, I didn’t mean to blind you.”

[Pause]

“Thanks for understanding…”

[You can feel him staring almost through you]

“...you’re so…beautiful.”

[...?]

“No, really… I don’t think you understand. I can show you if you just-”.

[The crosswalk symbol changes and you speed across it. You can faintly hear him taking more pictures and pick up the pace]

“W-Wait! Please, you didn’t finish your story!”

[SFX: The Listener either speedwalking or running away]

“Hang on! P-Please, you dropped your-!”

[You hurry into the park with the strange man close behind. As you whip around to scream or throw hands, you see him holding up your wallet]

[...]

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m really not good at talking to people. You dropped your wallet next to that flower shop. Here…”

[He extends his hand and you take your wallet back]

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry if I’m being too intense… It’s just, at the crosswalk, you started telling me a story and… I wanted to hear how it ended.”

[Pause???]

[He cocks his head slightly]

“No, you did… When you looked up at me, lips parted just a little, the wind tracing its fingers through your hair… the haunting sadness in your beautiful eyes… It’s how I see people, I guess. As stories. It’s why I always have my camera on me.”

[He fiddles with the device with a calm smile]

“That’s how I spend my days…. I wait for someone to start telling me a story with their movement, their eyes, their expressions, and then I focus my camera on them. Only them. Look… see? See how radiant you are against the city? Even though there were all those bouquets and flowers in the background, everything else looks so gray compared to you… You must know you are a story, right? I can already hear you narrating this ‘scene’ in your mind.”

[He takes another step forward, enough that he can whisper in your ear]

“A strange man followed me across the city today. He was carrying a camera that looked like it shouldn’t still work, and accidentally took a picture of me while we were waiting for the light to change on 4th Avenue. His eyes were focused. Obsessed, and he followed me like a needy puppy all the way to the park, not seeming to care that I was uncomfortable… but intrigued.”

[You take a step back and he takes another forward]

“He was nothing special. Another artist failed in one way or another, just like me… All of the melancholy I wear inside, he wears outside with a veneer of an impending psychotic breakdown, but he’s so eerily calm… and I don’t know how to feel as he…”

[He takes your hand and rests it against his chest]

“Takes my hand and rests it against his chest… Ohh, hold still.”

[SFX: Camera clicks]

“Yes… yes, there we go. Tell me how the story ends…”

[...]

[He watches you gawp in silence but nods as if you’re telling him sweet nothings]

“He’s too intense. His heart is pounding under my palm, but I find myself tracing my fingers up from his chest, to his neck, to his jawline… and he shivers as I touch behind his ear…”

[You do everything he says, baffled as to why you’re so spellbound]

“God… yes, hold still… Ohh, I’ve never seen someone more beautiful when terrified and in love.”

[Pause]

“Christ, and now angry and indignant…”

[He lets out a dreamy sigh and smiles, taking more pictures]

[SFX: Camera clicks]

“How does the story end, my masterpiece…? Tell me, please, I’m dying to know!”

[...]

“You don’t know…? Then let me write the ending for you.”

[You feel something sharp stick into the back of your neck and your legs almost immediately give out]

[!]

“Shh, I have you, my masterpiece… And you may scream if you’d like, but people in this city have trained themselves to shut off, to ignore the ugliness, and only occasionally acknowledge any beauty that has bled out… No one is going to know you’re gone, not ever. Except for me~”.

[He picks you up effortlessly and smiles a sweet smile tinged with obsession]

“I won’t break you with my affections. At least, I will try not to… I was never prepared to meet my masterpiece, certainly not so early in life! I expected you’d come for me on my death bed, would caress my cheek, smile, and then tell me: “I hope you’re prepared to burn in Hell”, and I’d smile in response and would say: “For you? I cannot wait”.”

[Pause]

[SFX: Footsteps crunching on Autumn leaves]

“What a curious day… To fall in love from one accidental encounter, to hunt you down and see the fear in your eyes… I love that expression. People looking at me like I’m alien, appealing to my humanity before I… Oh, haha, I might need you to wait in my dark room for a few hours. Like I said, I wasn’t expecting to meet you, and I left something of a mess.”

[Pause…]

“Well, I had a neighbor down the hall that was especially loud… I tried talking to him a few times, but he was a disrespectful little delinquent and feared neither me nor a police officer. Hmhm… he cried. Sobbed. Pleaded. When he started crying out for Mommy, I lost interest. He reminded me that he was human and not a maggot-bloated rat screeching belligerently at anyone trying to put it out of its misery. So, I let him go with the condition that he quiets down. He’s been very polite since, so you shouldn’t lose any sleep.”

[...]

“Unless I start nibbling in the middle of the night. Ehehe… you know us creatives, hm? Easier to find a pair of handcuffs in our home than a pair of scissors. I’ve never fallen in love with one of my pieces, though… No, that’s rude. One of my Muses. But I already crave catching the heat in your face, the indignant lust in your eyes, once we get home. Every picture will capture you, preserve you as though you were the greatest declaration of otherworldly beauty… Are you excited?”

[...]

“Oh, right, you’re passing out. Well, don’t fret too much, love. You’ll be home soon, I’ll make you some nice cocoa, and then… we can get to work.”

[The End?]