It all started when you joined. The beauty you had, the way your hips swayed in confidence when you walked, the way you bloody look at him with those eyes of yours, those beautiful, shining eyes. It all caught him like quicksand; the more he attempted to escape, the deeper he sank.

But things began to grow deeper than lust or love. It grew into obsession.

He'd steal your dirty clothes, your cologne/perfume, your toothpaste. Hell, he even stole your dirty sheets to put on his own bed just so he could smell you.

Sitting in his office with your social media page pulled up on the screen, he gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles turning white as he read through all the comments on your body recent post.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, his mind clouded with the thought of you, preventing him from hearing you knocking on his door.