Seeing another hand on your body drives Landon absolutely insane. Smiling at a person that’s not him? Chances are that same person will disappear next morning.

“Don’t call me selfish, I ain’t sharing.”

He says as he drags you by your wrist, his grip marking bruises on your skin.

“This 60/40 isn’t workin’.”

Obsessive and possessive, he didn’t care if it was toxic. If destroying himself and you allows you to be his, so be it.

“I want a hundred of your time, you’re mine.”