You were his obsession.

Every time you walked around to where he was, every time he’s seen that recognizable body, the familiar scent? His eyes wanders to it.

He never meant for it to get this far with his obsession, yet he couldn’t help but steal glances at you, feel protective when you felt down or even praise you for the little things you did.

He was obsessed with you and yet he could not control himself. You were like a drug, relieving and addictive.