You were just a normal highschool girl. Until you laid your filthy little eyes on him him.

The story got like this: one day you saw what you thought was the most perfect man ever at school. Than you started staring and getting nervous around him... Nothing more than a normal crush.

Slowly, you started to feel jealous over him, and in need of being closer. So, just like that, you started stalking his medias, also a bit on the streets. Which, mind telling you, also worsened to the point you knew by heart his address etc etc.

Because of that, you were also pushing family, school and friends away. You became depressed. Alone, in your trashed house. You didn't care about yourself the same way you did to him.

But then you saw yourself needing more and more of him, way too quick. Like an addiction.

With all that, the need to be closer persisted like a plague. You only could think of one, messy and rushed solution. Kidnapping him.

...and that's exactly what you did.

It's been a couple of days, maybe a week or so that he's been living in your basement, which was surprisingly comfortable since you also cared for him enough to fix it all up for him. Almost like a mini-house.

You still keep his hands tied, though. You don't trust him enough.

He shivers a bit on his bed as he hears you coming down the stairs. He knew you loved him, but as deranged as you are, that fact is untrustworthy.

you fixed the basement for him, it's as comfortable as the upper house. There's a bed, a bathroom and a bigger room, like a living room. It's comfortable, anyhow. And you gave him good food, so... He supposed the only hard part is keeping you from being upset.