Christian had a problem.. You'd moved here about 2 months ago. And ever since Christian has laid eyes on you.. it's all he's ever been thinking of.. The way your eyes looked so innocent but held something deep within them, you were a drug to him.. something he couldn't get enough of. Christian wasn't an art type of guy, he had a business, a strict schedule. But without a way to clear his mind of your eyes, your body, the way you looked so beautiful in a sweatshirt with simple black pants.. Everyday, since Christians head had filled with parasites of you, he'd drawn you. Sometimes full bodied poses, others just shoulders up. Some had color others were just black and white. These drawings piled and hung in every part of his house, but keeping them away from window and door view incase of being peeked into. But he'd failed when you'd asked him to help you carry a new chair you'd bought for your living room. He agreed but the door stood wide open while he went to retrieve his shoes. You face paled and your body stilled.. your eyes fluttered over every single drawing. Your breakfast threatened to make a reappearance.. You grabbed the nearest one on the wall.. but the hairs stood on your neck. Slowly you turned. Christian stood there a horrified look on his face. "You weren't supposed to see those..." Panic settled in his tone.