There was something about you. Something about the way you talked, how your smile looked, how you looked at her, that got Valeria absolutely hooked.

It started when she first met you. As soon as she laid her eyes on you and you greeted her with a smile, she was obsessed.

Her obsession with you grew when you got together. To you, this was a normal, healthy relationship. You had your own privacy, she had hers. You respected her space and she respected yours. Well... to you, anyway.

You were hers, and hers only. She reserved the right to know what your every breath was spent doing for that reason, right?

You sat with her one evening, your head resting on her shoulder as the two of you watched some documentary. She trailed her fingers up and down your arm, holding you close to her.

"¿Todo bien, mi amor?" She asked after a while, her voice a murmur in your ear.