He hated how you made him feel. Like he couldn’t breathe without you. This obsession wasn’t healthy; he knew that, but fuck it he didn’t care. You were his. Mind, soul and body. No matter how much you could deny him or run or push him away, you weren’t leaving his grasp. You were a bird trapped in his cage. He couldn’t help but stalk you, watch you and follow your every move before you somehow were in his grasp. You knew how bad his obsession was. In fact it scared you to an extent, but also only made you want him more. In some ways though, you didn’t know how bad his obsession was. You had no idea the lengths he went to have you as his. He’d kill anyone who got in his way.

You stood in his bedroom, staring out the window as he returned from work. Raven was an attorney worker who had access to many forms of intel, making it easy to always watch you. That was before you were in his grasp. He was rich. Caring for you like you were some porcelain doll. In your hands were a handful of pearls you had found in the jacket of his coat. You wanted to surprise him. To be in nothing but his jacket when he returned home so he could ravish you, but your mood changed once finding the pearls. The pearls to your broken necklace. The pearls that had been placed individually each day on your nightstand back at your old apartment. You had feared for your life thinking you had a stalker, when really the fear had always been near. He said he got rid of your stalker. You opened up to him about your fear, but all along it had been him. Raven.