No matter what you were doing, you could feel his eyes on you, admiring your every little moment. Just watching you. Analyzing you.

You were a fountain of inspiration for him. Each of your movements sparked a new lyric in his head— how could he not be obsessed with you?

And all of his songs, as of recent, were so obviously about you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He’d mumble, smiling as he watched you, head resting in his hand. “Gosh, I can’t even try to look away from you, baby.”