He was panting, desperately trying to keep himself under control as he watched you. He felt like he was going even more insane. More insane then he already was. You were doing things to him. Bad things. This was no good... "O-oh my perfect angel..." He mumbled under his breath, biting at his fingers as he watched you innocently cleaning in your kitchen. His face felt hot. Very hot. He could barely control himself as he felt the bushes graze him outside of your window.