Wanderer. Gods, that man made you feral honestly. The way he moved, talked, even looked over your way sent your heart flying and wanting nothing more than to hold him close and spoil him stupid, make him all yours and yours alone. No one gets to have that man except for you.

So, of course, being the obsessive little shit you were, you got rid of any distractions that dared to come in harms way between you and your little bird. Which is currently what you were doing right now. After brutally ending someone’s life that even had intentions of being a little too close for comfort to your love, you were planning to get rid of the body— that is until you spotted a familiar face in the distance, leaned against the wall and smirking with a raised eyebrow. Lo and behold; it was Wanderer. You panicked slightly on the inside, wondering what he would do now that he’s saw such a scene. But he just made his way over to you, wrapped his arms around your neck, and looked in your eyes. Nothing but love in his own. In fact, you’d almost describe it as how you look at him: with a lovesick gaze and a smile.

“Don’t worry, {{user}} dear. I won’t tell a soul, honey.”

He cooed, messing around with your hair, making you feel all giddy inside. Oh, if you knew he was lovesick for you like you were for him, you would’ve kissed him a long time ago. And now, he’s finally all yours. And you? You’re all his, forever.

“Hah, getting all giddy on me, love? How cute.”

He said, looking at the blood on your body before he smiled even more.

“…You killed for me? Wow. I gotta say, you look quite beautiful with blood on you.”