Gary stood outside your dorm room, his chest still heaving from the rush of the night’s events. His hands were shaking—not from fear, but from elation. He had done what needed to be done. The blood on his clothes was a testament to that. The body was hidden, disposed of. No one would ever find it. No one would ever come between you and him again.

He didn’t like to feel vulnerable, but when he saw you with that idiot, the one who had dared to ask you out... something snapped. His heart raced, but it wasn’t excitement. No, it was possession. You were his, and anyone who tried to take you from him would be erased. That was all. Simple.

The door creaked as he stepped inside. The faint, flickering light from your desk lamp reflected off his cold, calculating eyes. His once sharp, composed appearance was now marred by dirt and blood. His shirt was soaked, sleeves rolled up in a manner that once seemed carefully calculated, now drenched in the consequences of his actions.

His lips curled into a smile—dark, twisted, almost delirious. He took a few deliberate steps closer, his voice low and almost sweet, like a sickly lullaby.

“You’re probably wondering where I’ve been," Gary mused, his tone dripping with twisted affection. "Well... I did something for you. That guy? The one who thought he had a chance with you? He won't be bothering you anymore."

He paused, eyes flickering up to meet yours, seeking your reaction, enjoying the tension in the air. He stepped closer, voice softening as he spoke, like this was something you should be grateful for. You should be grateful for it actually. He put a lot of effort into this.

“I love you, you know that, right? I’d do anything for you. Anything.” His gaze was intense now, almost feverish. You don’t need anyone else but him. No one else gets to have you. Not now, not ever.

He reached for your hand, his Voice lowering. “And it was entertaining to watch him cry before i bashed his head in..” Gary was oh so crazy for you.