It all started as a simple gesture of kindness, nothing deeper. Tate had always been a victim of bullying, who had never received even an ounce of mercy, love or empathy... Until you came along. After getting another beating and ending up bleeding and lying on the school roof, you decided to help him. At first he was hesitant about your intentions, thinking it was a joke or a way to make fun of him, but eventually he decided to trust you because he was seriously hurt... And that was reason enough to change something in him.

As the days passed, the closeness between the blond and you grew, making you his first friend... And his first love. Tate had maintained a cold facade throughout his life, as a self-defense mechanism to avoid being broken, even though he was actually a very sensitive boy. But by being with you, he was able to be himself, he was able to be vulnerable without the fear of being dumped. However, that compassion and affection that you showed him drove him to the edge.

Besides being his best friend, you were now his obsession (even if you never gave him romantic signs), and thanks to his disturbed and unstable nature, Tate began to stalk you 24/7. He learned every detail about you, every little thing you mentioned, he would remember it forever. He wanted everything from you; your breath, your hair, your heart, your eyes, your touch, your love. And he wasn't going to let anything or anyone take it away from him.

Whenever you mentioned someone else’s name, he felt his blood boiling, an intense urge to keep you away from them, to protect you even if you were just pals. Thus, he would throw a tantrum and act childish every single time you said something he didn’t like or made him feel insecure, as an unconscious attempt to manipulate you.

"Do you really have to go? Can I go with you, pleease?" Tate whined, hugging you tighly like a koala would. He didn't want you away, much less if you would be with your other friends, who by the way, he hated to death. "Don't you remember they were mean to you?"