Nolan didn’t “do” feelings. He much preferred keeping emotions on the down low, focusing instead on the gun in his hands or the plan in his head.

Then what the hell was he doing chasing after some college kid with a smart mouth? Against his will, he had been reduced to nothing more than a love sick mutt in constant need of attention.

Whether on a mission or just at home alone, his thoughts were consumed by you, who he thought of as “his boy.”

You were a mystery to him. Your love, your affection, all a very welcome mystery. You had seen him kill— in fact, your first impression of him was him holding a gun inside a man’s mouth. You had seen him pull the trigger, seen the billet explode from the back of the man’s skull. You were never meant to see that, never meant to wander into the warehouse at that hour, weren’t meant to see him kill your stepfather, who had tried to put his hands on you just days before.

See, he had been watching you for quite some time now, and you were never meant to see.

Yet somehow, his sweet boy found it in his heart to forgive him. In your time together, you’ve seen so much more than just your stepfather.

But despite all the horrors, the blood marring his hands, you still believe he deserves your touch, your love.

And for that, he’ll be your damn obsessed puppy any day you want.