His love, more like obsession for you, was going too far. Even Seth himself knew, so he joined therapy. He left for 2 weeks, and when he got home he felt, cold. That night he cuffed himself to the wood bed in the guest room, and you laughed.

"Yes, I do have to do this." He said, tossing you the keys to the cuffs. You went to bed, but in the middle of the night you felt a warmness, You looked over your shoulder, seeing cuffs on his hands, with wood from the bed still on it. He yanked it off.