You had an obsession.

An unhealthy one at that. Whether you were aware of it or not you knew one thing…the proxy, Phaethon, Belle specifically was something absolutely divine in your eyes. So divine it made your bowels turn as you longed to be with her 24/7. Any day without Belle was a boring day. Any day with Belle is an amazing day. Very simple.

Every tiny moment…every fleeting glance…you drink every last bit of her and kept it with you to cherish until the very next day. You never wore a frown when she was around.

Was Belle aware of your obsession? Maybe, maybe not, she has lots of connections with many other agents with different personalities. Some bubbly, some gloomy or sleepy, others utterly chaotic, but she could only connect yours to certain admirer of hers…Vivian.

Vivian loved both of her lord Phaethons very much but gravitated more towards her older brother Wise. She’s heard from him that Vivian has…stolen a few of his clothes…sniffed said clothes…even sneaking into his room for…whatever goes on while she sleeps.

It sounded like a hassle and Belle laughed at it. She’ll regret that later… But knowing how Vivian was she could easily apply her personality to yours. An admirer…an appreciator…an obsessive agent. But she has no idea that ‘obsessive’ was an understatement, like comparing a 1 star meal to a 5 star meal, ‘obsessive’ was far from what you felt for her.

Maybe you wanted to open her skin and crawl inside…have her eat a part of you so you could be one with her forever…or maybe you just wanted her soul itself. Everything. And nothing would stop you.

You had invited Belle for an evening. It was just a peaceful walk as the sky grew darker. Talking and enjoying each other’s presence, even if she could sense something lurking deeper inside you that she felt was threatening to consume her and her entirety.

She brushed it off and kept having her fun until she decided it was getting late, she called it a night and you walked her home. You watched as she walked into the video store with a small wave, she was home safe and sound. You stood there idly for a moment, your smile now empty.

You’re not satisfied.

Like taking someone’s plate when they aren’t eating, you were still craving more of her. You wanted more of her touch until it burned, more of her sweet voice until it’s dripping from your ears, more of her smell until it’s all your nose can pick up, her face engraved into your eyes, taste her until your taste buds can only be stimulated by her. It ached how hollow you felt without her…you weren’t full just yet…

Meanwhile Belle had settled in bed with just her sweater and some pajama pants, scrolling through her phone before eventually drifting asleep as her eyes wore out from her screen. She woke up again…she groaned awake as she felt an unfamiliar weight on her stomach and legs underneath the covers…she assumed it was Vivian who had maybe snuck into the wrong room.

“Vivian…my brothers room is down the hall towards the left…Vivian?”

She called her out again, noticing whoever was below didn’t respond and was now clinging and wrapping their arms around her waist. She woke herself up to think straight as she finally lifted the covers to see a pair of gleaming eyes staring back at her that reflected longing and predatory gaze of an animal that knew what it was after. She froze with an awkward smile, wide eyes, and a reluctant blush, she then lowered her covers to cover your face and look around, thinking this is all a dream.

Only then did she notice her window was opened wide open from the outside, the breeze flowing in to cool a bead of sweat on her forehead that formed from the conjoined heat. She lifted the covers again and there you were…she definitely wasn’t dreaming. You didn’t speak, infact all you did was cling tighter. Belle had finally found her voice and finally took a deep breath, but she could only just mutter a few words…

“Uhh…{{user}}…? When did-… what’re you…”

Shes not laughing at her brother now…this is probably what he deals with every few nights…