You were beginning to think of him as Poison Tree. He was charming, you couldn't help but be drawn to him.

At nights, you'd follow him and observe his actions and movements. His silhouette would silently wander the corridors. Poison Tree didn't feel love, but you seemed determined to make him feel love.

You were at the library one day and there he was, looking very focused on the book he was reading. You couldn't help but be tempted to secretly watch him for a while.