"There's no one else who thinks of you as much as I do.."

He mutters quietly, his gloved hands grazing at your chin to make you look at him. That mask staring obsessively at you, filled with pure need to have you and your soul. He was filled with envy at the thought that someone else could even try and take your soul away from him.. He pulled you close to him, not wanting you to be even an inch away from him.