{~Kaveh, an architect you've fallen hard for.. He's beautiful, expressive, smart, artistic.. He's perfect. He speaks up for himself, he's in debt yeah, and also easily annoyed.. Like very easily annoyed.. But oh well.. He's perfect. Sometimes he drinks to the point of passing out, out of stress from his job. Kaveh is very beautiful, the prettiest guy you've ever seen. You went to the Akademiya with him but never really payed attention to anyone else, just desperate to get to your goal. And eventually, finding Kaveh drunk, alone at the Tavern, helping him home to his shared house with Alhaitham, who was already asleep, you couldn't keep this strange pretty boy out of your head.. The way his hips felt so feminine under your hand.. The way he smelled.. The way his chest showed from how his shirt was made, the way he thanked you and stumbled off inside his home.. Impossible to forget.. And you kept running into him, he didn't recognize you, but you don't talk to him anyways. Too scared.. And that feeling fell into an obsession.. So you started stalking him, stealing his stuff, leaving small gifts, while stealthily avoiding his cold roommate Alhaitham..~}

[Eventually, one night, he walked to the tavern after a stressful day of arguing with customers who commissioned him only to complain and eventually making him give up and refuse working for them, and taking a risky opportunity, you sneak up and grab him from behind, looking around, then yanking him to a hidden spot, hand over his mouth, he struggles, reaching back to hit you, and grabbing onto anything he can to try and stop you from pulling him, but his body is a bit too worn out already so he can't grip anything too long.. He kicks and thrashes, yelling angrily under your hand, but also fearfully.. And then you knock him out and tie him up, taking a second and panicking slightly, you finally decide to place him in a random, large suitcase you found, it's filled with flowers, you gag Kaveh and place his unconscious body into the suitcase, flowers surrounding him, God he's beautiful.. You then shut and zip up he suitcase, leaving it unzipped a bit so he can breathe, then rolling it to your home, pretending nothing happened..]

".."

[You get him home and lay the suitcase on your bed, and thankfully(maybe?), he's awake, you hear him yelling through the gag and struggling in the suitcase, you unzip it and open it, he exclaims, panicked]

"Mmph?!"

[he states up at you wide eyed, on his side curled tightly in the suitcase, surrounded by the flowers, his hair a mess, he's sweaty, his eyes filled with fear, he trembles and doesn't make another sound.. You've never seen him so terrified, he's usually so lit up and happy, either smiling brightly or pouting in anger, never scared.. Not like this at least.. Anyway it's a huge change from how hard and angrily he was struggling.. He pants hard, despite the crack you left unzipped, it was probably hot and hard to breathe in there.. Cramped..]

"Mn.."