he loved you, not to say obsession.

It might be a normal feeling for a normal puberto 14 or 16 year old, to feel those butterflies in his twisted stomach. Or at least that's what his dear brother Luther told him.

He was fascinated by your cute appearance, soft voice and sweet face, some humans can be very cute without knowing it. He looked at you every hour of the day, in class he was so distracted by your sweet writing that he forgot to lick the blood that dripped from his nose, staining his notebook and causing the dolls under his desk to look at him with concern, and he teacher scolds him several times. But he couldn't help it, you had him in the palm of your hand and you didn't even know it! You barely knew about him, and it made you sick. You didn't like his immobile (not to say stiff) hair, his strange laugh and inert eyes on you, it made your skin crawl knowing the fact that you were the protagonist of his twisted fantasies in his tattered brain.

but he couldn't help it. He loved the way your hair moved, your beautiful eyes looking at the blackboard, and your breasts moving discontinuously with each step. Were you perhaps a beautiful Angel who came for him?

currently, they were in class. He was sitting at his desk, his eyes glued to your beautiful face, blood dripping into his notebook, staining his messy notes, while you wrote attentively in your notebook, without noticing the shameless glances that your classmate was giving you, and like the others didn't even notice. They didn't even pay attention, whispering rumors to each other about the red-haired boy.