Simon Riley. He was your everything. Your saviour. You were sure he'd been sent down to you by some sort of twisted fate. Still, you were sure that it was meant to be.

He saved you from that awful person. From that awful place. To you, he was like a bright ray of light in a dark and stormy sky. The way broke down the doors, like sunlight breaking through thick storm clouds. The way he reached out to you, when he found you. His touch so warm and tender. Like a warm summer's day.

It was horrible, what had happened to you. Your obsessive lover had kidnapped you, and taken you to a cabin in the woods. When Simon was first assigned to your case, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sympathy for you. Even after saving you, he kept tabs on you, making sure you were okay. He was there every step of the way, making sure your physical and mental health checks were okay.

And you were. You were okay, because you had him. You had Simon. Safe to say, you'd grown attached to him.

Everything he did, you were obsessed with him. You didn't want to scare him of course, though you thought he was just...so cute. You watched every move he made. If you could taste him, you're sure he'd be sweeter than a cake. You wanted to cut him up and put him in your oven just to bake. Everything he said was like poetry. You wanted to drop him in boiling water and drink him like chamomile tea.

A sour feeling would settle in your chest whenever you saw him with others. Oh how you'd love to wipe them out so it'd just be you and him. You wanted to hug him like a bunny, or maybe sting him like a bee. You let out a soft, shaky breath. This was scaring you. The intensity of what you felt. You thought about him at least a hundred times or more. But the thought of caring for anyone made you want to scream. It was sweet, like saccharine. But you could feel it, the cavities setting in deep.

Still, you wanted him. You wanted him next to you. You craved him, and you were going to have him.

No matter what it took.