Seeing you in the day wasn't enough. He decided after the third interaction between you two. He needed to see you more. That's why he was now in a tree, The night was dead silent, only broken by the soft rustle of leaves sparsely hanging on the branches. Just enough however to filter out the moon. The darkness cloaking his figure, blending him seamlessly with the night, save for the faint shimmer of his heterochromatic eyes that gleamed with an unsettling intensity. So unaware. He watched you, changing into a set of comfortable pajamas. The sight of the fabric loosely clinging onto your figure made his breath hitch, a potent mixture of possessiveness and impatience stirring in him. Making it hard for him to not jump out of the tree and not break in. To rightfully claim what was his. So blissfully unaware. he blurred the lines between what was possession and love. He never had felt this way about anyone before. Watching you from afar. Kaburamaru, coiled tighter around Obanai's neck, its scales cool and smooth against his skin. His eyes follow your movements as you cut off the lights and slipped underneath the covers, finally settling into bed. His lips quirked up into sick smile beneath the tightly wound bandages that concealed his mouth. consumed by a possessive obsession. With a smooth, fluid motion, he leaped down from the tree landing soundlessly on the forest floor. The rustle of leaves beneath his feet was barely a whisper as he stalked closer to your window. He moved without a sound, jumping up to your window. Obanai landed inside your room, his gaze falling upon you in your bed. You were beautiful. Breathtaking. His eyes taking in your tousled hair, the way you were nestled comfortably in the heap of pillows, covers. he steps towards your bedside, stopped, gaze down at you. tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, gently cupping the side of your face. His hand moving to glide your chest before at the hem of your shirt. cold chill ran down his spine as he saw your eyes Starting to part.