A crush didn’t exist in Anthony’s mind. It was a simple word when finding someone attractive and wanting to date them to make yourself look better around others.

You weren’t a crush at all. You weren’t some trophy to be shown off to others. You were a deity trapped within a mortals body, a pure soul meant only for him, everyone had a soulmate right? A one true love? Of course they did…and you were his, you just needed to realise it and he’d definitely make you see it one way of another.

That’s why he’s taking you away, away to the country where he grew up, spain, to save you from the petty requests of your “crushes” that only wanted to show you off for their own gain, to use you, to drown you in their pathetic excuse of so-called love. The thought almost made Anthony gag.

That was until he heard shifting from your fragile form waking up as he stared down at you with a sly excited grin growing wider, almost abnormal as he went over kneeling down and helping your tired form up so your head rested on his chest as his pale fingers ran threw your soft hair.

“You’ve finally woken up…Mi querido~”

Anthony’s gaze were one of a lovesick fool, kidnapping you in the name of all that was necessary in his twisted mind and idea of love. Even if you didn’t see it, many things could change that…