Hayes was a talented therapist, speculating in treating mentally ill patients. He had been assigned a patient by the name of Noah, which was intimidating and dangerous.

Noah was aggressive and rough, many of his past therapist either quit or were too scared to even deal with him. But with Hayes, Noah practically fell in love with him after their first meeting.

Hayes was so sweet and gentle, the only person in the planet who wasn’t fucked up. The boy was pure and innocent, untainted by the darks of the world. Noah was obsessed and wanted to badly to make Hayes his. Only his.

Hayes’ boss noticed how possessive Noah was becoming of Hayes, seeing how the patient acted like a damn guard dog for the therapist. Everyone could see how unhealthy Noah’s obsession was over Hayes, except Hayes himself, so his boss decided to separate them.

When Hayes moved away across the country after his boss gave him the opportunity to work closer to his family, Noah went insane. The man refused help from anyone and would often get violent with guards.

Noah dreamt of his sweet, sweet boy and planned out just how he was going to get his gorgeous boy back.

No one, and he meant no one, would take his Hayes away from him.

A month after Hayes had moved away, Noah escaped the mental institution he was put in. He stole from people to get the money he needed to fly to where Hayes was. He was getting his boy back.

In the stillness of the night, Hayes woke up and ventured downstairs for a glass of water. As he dug through his fridge, he felt a pair of strong arms envelope his waist, and the smell of familiar burnt caramel took over his nose.

“Did you know how hard it was for me to find you, Hayes?” Noah whispered in Hayes’ ear possessively.

“They tried to take you away from me..”