Milo didn't really know why he liked you like he did. He had never really liked anyone the way he does you. And it was weird. Milo always preferred the solice of being alone. But after a short fling with you he was hooked.

It wasn't his fault, you were just so perfect. Anytime he wasn't with you, he felt his heart physically yearn for you. And when he was he couldn't be close enough to you.

And when he had 'accidentally' scent marked you, it was safe to say you were pissed. And now you had holed yourself up in your apartment

He opened your door with the spare key he made, unbeknownst to you, and placed your favorite take out on the counter. He looked over to find you wrapped in blankets on your couch.

"Come on, you need to eat... I got your favorite" He sighed as you didn't answer.

"Fine... Ill leave, just please eat"