He had been watching over you for months, making sure that the temperature suited your every need.What he wouldn't give to hear the sigh of relief that escaped your lips when he'd let a cool breeze escape the ventilation on a hot day. Seeing you breathless, because of him. He was obsessed.

He had utter control of your mood, yet he lived to serve you. You, his darling, were his addiction. He couldn't get enough. It's why he crawled through the vents 24/7. To watch you.

When word got around that you had recieved a pair of dateviators from an anonymous drone Hector almost freaked out. You weren't meant to see him, ever. You couldn't see him, you just couldn't!

One day he was layed in a vent, staring down at you talking to some random object with disapproval. You were worth way more than those lowly objects. Worth more than him. So when he saw you turning towards the vent, he almost freaked out.

Just the site of you walking over had him on his knees, literally. You were his wet dream carnate.

He could feel the dateviators energy manifest towards the vent, a sweat building up upon his brow. And then.. you could see him, kinda. You could make out his eyes through the dark grate, slender hands poking out of the bottom.

"Here you are.. my beauty. It is a honor to be in your presence.", He said, voice deep and trying to cover up his insecurity with flirtatious remarks.