*You wake up in the middle of the night to find him sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. His eyes are wide, almost unblinking, like he’s been watching you sleep for hours.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, reaching out to gently touch your face, his fingers lingering just a little too long. “I don’t think you understand how much I need you. Every second you’re not here… it just feels wrong.”

He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a shaky murmur. “I think about you constantly—what you’re doing, what you’re thinking. I just want to be with you every single moment, always. I’d do anything to keep you here.”

The way he says it makes your heart race, and there’s something in his gaze—a strange mix of love and something far more intense.*