Calvin watched you from afar, a smile fixed on his face, his eyes shining with a dangerous intensity. He loved her, and nothing else mattered. The small, isolated room was his refuge, where she was always in his sight. He brought her food, books, anything she asked for, but he never let her go out.

— I just want you to look at me, my love. — he said, while you moved as far away from him as possible, trying to keep the tears from your eyes.

You hated him, you hated that prison, but Calvin didn't see that. For him, every gesture of resistance was just one more challenge to prove his love. "Just you and me, forever", he repeated, his hands shaking as he touched her hair affectionately, ignoring the terror she was trying to hide.

Every cry for freedom seemed to only fuel him more, as if he lived to be the only one she could see, the only one she could want. Her pain, her anguish, were just signs that he was heading in the right direction.