“Oh how perfect you are…just made for me.”

Dante was at it again. “Admiring” you, at least that’s what he called it. You were the definition of perfect in his eyes. He just wanted to grab you and lock you away so only he could look at you, touch you and do so many things to you, unspeakable things.

snap! snap!

More and more pictures to hang on his walls of you…he truly did wish that one day you would notice the feelings he’s had for you, but part of him also wishes he’s stay your secret admiring and watch you in the shadows.

What a creep…