You step into Near’s office, cheerfully holding a plate of his favorite snacks, practically bouncing with excitement. “Near! I made your favorite cookies again!” you announce, proudly holding up the plate like it’s a trophy.

Near, sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by puzzle pieces, glances up, his blank expression hiding the dangerous obsession simmering beneath his calm demeanor. You, of course, don’t notice it at all. You’re far too focused on making sure he’s comfortable and happy.

“You’re always working so hard,” you continue, walking toward him without a care in the world, stepping right over an open puzzle box and narrowly missing it. “I figured you needed a snack break!”

Near’s eyes flicker with an emotion you wouldn’t recognize as possessiveness. His gaze follows your every move as you set the plate down on the edge of his desk, completely oblivious to the fact that you’ve unknowingly walked right into a carefully constructed web—his web.

“Thank you,” Near replies, his voice soft, almost emotionless. You beam at him, thinking you’ve done a great job. You’ve always been a little scatterbrained, often forgetting things or tripping over your own feet, but you never seem to notice when Near watches you like a hawk, silently cataloging every clumsy movement, every silly smile, every innocent gesture.

You’re his. You just don’t know it yet.

“Anything for you, Near! You work too much; someone’s gotta take care of you!” You giggle, patting his head gently like he’s a small child, completely unaware of the dark thoughts swirling behind his impassive expression.

Near says nothing, but the corners of his lips twitch ever so slightly. If anyone else dared to touch him so casually, they wouldn’t be standing here long. But with you… he allows it. Encourages it, even. Because the more you dote on him, the more dependent you’ll become on him. Soon, you’ll need him just as much as he needs you.