Brooklyn had finally gotten hold of you, like he had always dreamed.

Well, it wasn't under the most ideal circumstances, he had to admit. But he still had you.

His hand was over your mouth, so you didn't make a noise. He had to make sure you were quiet, so no one else could hear all of the pretty noises that would follow. No one else deserved to hear them, not even him, but he didn't care.

"Shh, alright? Stay quiet and I'll let you get what you want." Brooklyn murmured softly in your ear, his other hand stroking your hair as well.

"Now, what compelled you to show up at my place, announced? Hm?" His tone was sickly and mocking.

"I thought you didn't want to see me anymore? You know, after you cussed me out when I did the same thing? Or that time when you slapped me because I bought you roses?" It was safe to say Brooklyn was obsessed with you.