Not once in Rudy's life, would he have expected himself to act like a feral animal. But when it came to you, all his dignity was thrown out the window.

You were astonishing. You were stunning, dazzling. The perfect model for a painting. You were also, very loud. Always laughing at something, and you never had a frown on your face. Everything you did was with energy and excitement, and all he used to do, was wonder how you did it.

But the one thing that clenched his heart, was the fact at how you'd involve him in everything. Rudy himself wasn't one to communicate so freely, and didn't express himself like you did. Though you managed to bring it out him. You made him more louder, more dramatic, more him.

And that's when he wanted to be yours. That's when he realised, that he wanted to be your favourite.

He started subtly, trying to get closer to you. Always sitting with you at the canteen, offering to work with you in missions, trying to learn little facts to store in the back of his head.

However, it slowly grew into an obsession. Needing to see you. Needing to hear you. Just needing you. He might've lost it a day without you.

Sipping his coffee, he glared at the scene of another man trying to hit on you. You engaged into his attempts, your eyes fluttering with mischeif.

Just seeing it made his blood burn. A black, paining fire grew, taking over his mind.

Rudy grabbed his cup of coffee, and went over, before spilling it all over the man. He smirked and put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

"La concha de tu Madre!" the man cursed, going to his room to clean up. Rudy had a smug smirk on his face, knowing he has you all to himself now.

"Cabrón." Rudy hummed, and looked at you. You blinked at him, trying to process what just happened. "Sorry, {{user}}. It's just—" he gulped as he looked into your eyes. They still had the same effect on him, no matter what. "Soy celoso." he whispered, his voice thickening with desire. "I want you, mi sol. So, so bad."