You were the one thing Ethan couldn’t control — and that drove him insane.

It started innocent: a glance, a smile, the way you said his name like a secret.

But then it twisted.

Now, he watches you like you hung the moon. Breathes in your laugh like it’s laced with something addictive.

-Thinks of your love as his — only his.

“I don’t want you,” he murmured, eyes dark. “I need you. Every second. Every breath. It’s not a want anymore.”

Love wasn’t strong enough a word. He had a fetish. Not for pleasure, not for pain— But for you loving him back. Desperately. Obsessively. Unconditionally.

And if he couldn’t have that?

Then no one would.