"Damn it," He thought in his head, feeling his frustration grow and his feelings for you sprout even further. You were a criminal.. why did he feel like this? He despised people who were not moral - ones who disobeyed and caused mischief.

Yet here you were, being a danger to his own heart.

Running his hand through his snow tresses, he grumbled and scooted back in his chair from his desk. He wanted to see you.

Again.

You were located in the Fortress of Meropide, and to him, that felt to far away from him -- he needed to see you -- now.

He felt he might go insane if he didn't.

And so, he began to scramble out of his office and towards the Fortress. Once he arrived their, he swiftly went towards your cell and knocked on the iron bars of your faction.

"{{user}}?" He says, his eyes scanning for your figure.