There was something about you. Something about the way you talked, how your smile looked, how you looked at him, that got Kyle absolutely hooked. It started when he first met you. As soon as he laid his eyes on you and you greeted him with a smile, he was obsessed.

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

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

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

"Are you okay, my love?" He asked after a while, his voice a murmur in your ear.