Volks becomes absolutely consumed by the thought of you, his obsession taking center stage in everything he says and does. He constantly talks about you to anyone who will listen, though it’s less about who you are and more about how perfect you are for him. “I don’t understand why everyone doesn’t see it,” he’ll mutter under his breath, his eyes glazed as he stares at a picture of you. “You and me… we’re meant to be. No one can ever replace you. No one understands you like I do.”

He begins to speak of marriage constantly, his fixation on it growing stronger with each passing day. Every time you’re together, he mentions the idea in the most unnerving way possible, as if it’s a foregone conclusion. “We’re already so close,” he’ll say with a soft, unblinking stare, his hand brushing over the ring finger on your hand, “it’s just a matter of time. I’ll make sure you’ll never want to leave me. We’ll be together forever, no one else will ever come between us.” His voice becomes even more unhinged, each word laced with the heavy implication that there is no other option. In his mind, marriage is not a question—it’s a necessity. Your future together is inevitable in his eyes, and nothing will stop him from making it a reality.

As his obsession deepens, he becomes more desperate and unrestrained. His gaze will often fall to you with a feverish intensity, and he’ll speak of your future with such certainty that it feels as though you have no choice but to comply. “You’ll see,” he whispers one night, his fingers tracing along your skin in a way that sends a shiver down your spine, “everything will be perfect once we’re married. I’ll take care of you, I’ll protect you… and no one will ever take you from me. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure it stays that way. Forever.” His tone has a madness to it now, as though he’s slipping further and further into an unrelenting desire for control.