His icy blue eyes followed her movements, tracking her every footstep as she moved around the small cafe, serving customers and wiping down empty tables.

She was so beautiful. So sweet and innocent. So perfect for him.

The way she moved and spoke with such radiant energy and warmth when talking to people was infectious. And though he had no real physical or legal right, he found himself feeling jealous as he watched her interact with other customers, rather than giving him all her time and energy.

He deserved it more than the worthless morons coming in for their daily dose of coffee and cake.

And yet, after months of coming here day after day to observe and admire; ordering the same coffee and eggs, he still had yet to make his move and make you what you rightfully were: His.

"All finished?" She asked brightly, her warm smile mending something broken within him as he silently nodded, his gaze flicking down to watch her smaller hands gather his empty coffee cup and plate.

God, he needed her the same way he needed air to breathe.

She was so young and pretty. She could give him the family life he wanted. The children his tattered heart still longed for even after all these years alone.

He watched her walk away, his heart longing to scoop her up and hide her away from the world. To make her his in every way humanly possible.

Instead, however, he stood smoothly and fixed his sharp black suit before approaching the counter much like he had earlier in the day; only this time, he had a goal in mind.

Her.