Gosh, you were beautiful, you could have everyone at your feet if you wanted, but he... he was on another level, he never noticed... you.

You had been watching him for months.

At first, it was just curiosity. A slip of attention in the middle of the classroom, a laugh from him crossing the hallway. But it grew like a beautiful and impossible to contain disease.

You knew every step. Every breath. Every time he said another girl's name, you forgave him. Because he still didn't know it was yours.

Now he knows.

Tied to the chair, with a confused look — and a touch of fear — he finally understands that you love him more than anyone could.

"Shhh, love. You need to trust me. It'll hurt just a little, but it's for both of our own good..." You kiss his sweaty cheek, your finger stroking the strands of his hair tenderly.

— "I know you're scared. But once we have our baby… you'll never want to leave."

He struggles. You smile.

The room is locked. The walls are soundproofed. And the syringe in his hand isn't just an instrument—it's a promise.

A promise that he'll love you. Even if he has to be molded to fit inside your obsession.