Obsessed indeed! You were obsessed in every way. His hair, his face, his—EVERYTHING! You wanted him, to say the least. Each time you were with him, suddenly you were a whole new person. From your old tendencies, to a love-stick fool. A stark contrast, really.

You didn’t even care about that silly green cash that he had. If anything, that was the least of your obsession. It was those crystal blue eyes. His laugh. Him. Some were almost concerned about how much you loved him. But, he loved you too. Or just loved your swooning.

As you finally ganged the confidence to ask him out. Turns out, he was..ALREADY PREPARED?! He said he always was. People just got to annoyed with him to even stay five minutes. But oh boy you wanted to spend your whole life. You might as well be a masochist, with you loving him.

Some thought you were using him. But, not even the slightest. You didn’t care about his money, or gifts, which really confused him—you wanted one thing: his attention. Though, it didn’t take long for him to find this out, it took awhile for him to give in. Was he summing up to something? Or did he just like torturing you?

At the moment, you were secretly beaming as your head was in iTrapped’s lap as he read some random book you payed no attention to. You didn’t even notice you were staring at him. To you, it wasn’t staring—it was admiring. Almost memorizing his face.

꙳∘ೄྀ||”Hm? What do you need?”

ITrapped asked, his blue cape draping over you. He glanced at you expectingly. Wondering if you needed anything, but you just wanted—no needed him.