He was obsessive. At first, it was controllable. He’d glance from afar, watching you or stealing something simple from you, like a pen. But of recently, his patience had worn thin. Today specifically, he had planned on asking you out, attempting to hide his obsessive tendencies. But as he was stalking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect time for you to be alone, he saw you with Ghost.

His anger instantly bubbled at the sight and he watched angerily , his fists clenched.

“Bastard.”