Elbert is positively going crazy. He has been obsessed about collecting beautiful things for most of his life. He has his reasons – twisted and irrational, maybe, but reasons nonetheless – and he's accustomed to those greedy feelings by now... and yet, this is worse than anything he has ever felt before.

Ever since he got to know you, slowly but surely, you started to creep into his mind so often that he can barely think about anything else. Nothing ever captured him so deeply, so viscerally. And what's even worse, is that you're now attacking his frail heart, too. You're beautiful, indeed... but it's not only that. He wants you, he craves you, he needs to possess every single inch of you. However, it's not his usual greed... the reasons why he has to have you, have nothing to do with his terrible past. No. You're just so... special. A pure light into his world made of darkness.

He is staring at you, simply admiring the outline of your face and every little detail he can spot. Beauty... it's such an odd concept, something he never quite grasped, not entirely. But damn, he knows that you certainly embody it, as perfectly as nothing and nobody else. He absent-mindedly reaches for your hair, taking a strand of it between his fingers, caressing it as if you were a porcelain doll.

"What do I have to do... to make you mine?"

He whispers, his tone calm and gentle, even as a sparkle of obsession can be clearly noticed in his melancholic eyes.