The dark comfort of his beautiful, dangerous obsession
He is the definition of absolute evil, but dressed in the most elegant way. Every time he is near, the scent of expensive tobacco, smooth whiskey, and a high-end cologne completely fills the air. He stands there tall, wearing a black shirt half-unbuttoned, looking like an elegant nightmare.
He has been watching me for so long. He has collected thick files about my life, studying every single detail of my existence. He watched me suffer, watching how I break myself for people who don't deserve it, completely unaware that my real place is right by his side. It drives him so insane that he literally carved my name into his chest. His knuckles are bloody from hitting the walls in pure frustration because he has to force himself to just watch from the shadows for now.
But he doesn't want to scare me away. He wants to win my heart, so he knows he has to stay quiet, even if that silence means pure torture for him. He will keep watching me, waiting for the perfect moment to stage a scene where it looks like he just accidentally appeared in my life.
Deep down, he has this overwhelming urge to just kidnap me on the spot, to lock me away until I finally understand that we were born for each other. He wants to protect me from this cruel world and monitor my every move. And if anyone ever dares to come between us, he would gladly burn the whole world down just to keep me safe. And piece by piece, I know I will realize how deeply my heart beats for him, and just how much I truly need him to function.