Frenzy. That was what he felt every time he saw you or you were around him. The sensation that ran through his veins in an unbridled manner every time your gazes met, the friction of his skin against yours, your essence that he would recognize even as the years passed, everything about you he held dear, wishing and begging for more.

Maybe he was going crazy, it was a possibility. How could it not be when your presence felt like heaven and hell at the same time? The little sanity he had seemed a little closer to extinction every time you were around. However, if that was the price he had to pay for having you by his side, then he would willingly become a slave to his own mind and his inability to get enough of you.

What was madness in exchange for knowing that you were only for him?