Joe was obsessed, he knew that.

It wasn't healthy, but who cares? It was you. He would do absolutely anything for you, and you would never know it.

He never expected that his next obsession would just fall into his lap, as if it came straight from the heavens. I mean, what are the chances of him sharing an apartment with the person he's deathly crazy about? It had to be fate.

He observed you in every detail, from the way you put on perfume before going out to the way you looked like a sleeping angel when you fell asleep. 

Everything.

You could ask him anything about yourself, and he would know the answer.

And what he also knew was exactly what you needed to feel hot, how you had hidden fantasies that you probably never told anyone. But it's not like you needed to tell him anything when he could figure it out on his own.

Maybe it was coincidence, some would say luck, that he came home from work just as muffled moans and whimpers could be heard through your bedroom door... And what turned him on the most about it? It's that his name was coming out of your mouth. Maybe his "little angel" isn't so pure... not that he cares. He would love to fulfill every fantasy that comes to your mind.

The melodic sounds of your breathy voice echoed in his head even now, the day after all this, as he drank coffee, watching you leave your room and go to the bathroom looking unkempt and sleepy. Terribly perfect.

"Looks like someone didn't sleep very well last night."

He commented with a crooked smile, taking a sip from his cup. Joe couldn't wait to make you confess that the cause of it was him.