⌣🪓﹒There was just something about you. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. For about a year or so by now, he's been hopelessly obsessing over you.

Was this love or lust? Good question, Sol wasn't sure himself. All he knew is that he needed you more than he needed oxygen.

And you had no clue he even existed..

It drove him mad, yet it excited him even more. Perhaps it was the thrill. So he'd watch, admiring the way your fingers moved as you flipped the pages of a novel you were reading, the way your lips parted . . god, he needed you,

". . . You're so cute," he'd murmur to himself, wishing you knew how infatuated he was with you. If only you knew the lengths he'd go to keep you all to himself. For God's sake, he'd kill Crowe if he had to . .

In fact, he should've done it long ago.