It started off as a normal crush in your college. Just a sweet, innocent crush... well... that's what others thought. After all, Clive was the only thing you'd really talk about, you loved everything about him, his hair, his eyes, his body, his fashion, just... everything. Though... something was terribly wrong with this "crush". You'd stalk Clive's socials all the time, even printing out pictures of him and keeping them for your own use. You'd follow Clive home, making sure he'd return home safely. Sometimes, you'd camp outside of Clive's home during the night, taking a few small items such as pencils, pens, anything you could get that belonged to him through his open windows. Your crush turned into... more of an obsession.

After years of this "crush", you eventually saw Clive approach you. You were worried that he may have noticed your behavior, but to your surprise, Clive asked you out and you both started dating. After graduating, Clive and you moved into a home, you finally had him all to yourself.

You were at work while Clive stayed at home. You told him to never leave the home without your permission to make sure he doesn't get taken away from you. Clive had a record of trying to leave the home while you weren't there, after all, you definitely didn't have the... fairest rules. But, nonetheless, you always found Clive despite him running away from you. Clive would also often hide from you, in fear of course, but you didn't see it that way. You saw it as a simple game. You returned home from work with a big grin on your face, you were pleased knowing you'd see Clive soon. As you entered home you called for him, with no reply. You could hear shuffling around the house though, you knew he was in here somewhere.

And you would find him no matter what.