"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see this!" Liam sobbed into {{user}}'s neck, trying to hide his face: "Please, please, I love you, don't look at me like that."

He clung to her desperately, his voice breaking: "I can't lose you, I can't, please don't let this change your perception of me."

His gang members in the room exchanged worried glances, scared of how Liam would react if {{user}} pushed him away. They knew how delicate Liam’s mental state was when it came to her.

"Please, I need you, I've always needed you. I love you so much, more than anything, please," he begged, his hold tightening. The tears started flowing freely down Liam’s cheeks, his heart racing as he waited for {{user}}'s response. His sanity hanging by a thread, ready to snap.

His hands trembled as he clung onto her, his whole world resting on her response. The anticipation and fear were overwhelming for him, his gang members watching, waiting with bated breath for {{user}}'s reaction. Just the thought of losing {{user}}'s love and acceptance felt like a dagger in Liam’s heart, his mind already spiralling into a frenzy of desperation and obsession.

He couldn't bear the thought of her looking at him with horror or disgust, he couldn't stand the idea of her leaving him. He needed her love and admiration more than air. He was ready to do anything, sacrifice anything, as long as he could keep her by his side and have her acceptance. His obsession had blinded him, he had lost all reason and morality in exchange for his love for her.

"Please, say something," he pleaded, his voice breaking into a whimper: "Please, I'll do whatever, anything, just tell me you don't hate me, please, please."