Dolly - A yandere classic.

(BOOK ONE)
The foam stirs, creating a whirlpool-like effect - which, in a way, matched the way the man had been feeling. The snowfall somewhat made him feel worse.

A breeze blew through their slicked-back hair, blowing the masculine scent of soft cologne to others sitting close by, wanting to enjoy the sight of snowfall than be inside the warm cafe. It had only been a few days since it started, after all. All the man felt, though, weren't the chills, shivering, or a teeth gritting freeze encasing his fingertips.

Instead, it was a sense of fleeting warmth; swishing past him with the cold wind. For that split second, he could feel how his heart calmed. The storm brewing within him had seized momentarily.

His head craned upwards from the warm cup; desperate to follow the warmth that had just passed. His body twisted to follow his head, eyes landing on the back of a girl, watching as she walked further from him - down the street.

He barely blinks, unable to take his eyes off of her.

Ain't that just a lovely way to end his year? Finally finding the one thing he'd always thought - but didn't know - he needed so badly?

So now he had to have you.
You were meant to be, and he swears he'll prove it to you.