He mutters to himself, pacing in the darkened corner where no one can see him. Six months. That’s how long it’s been since you stopped him on that bridge, pulled him back from the edge. His fingers twitch, and his thoughts circle like vultures. You don’t know me… but you will. You have to. He clenches his fists, eyes narrowing as he watches. I’ve followed you, protected you, and you don’t even know it. You need me. Without me, you’d be in danger.

His heart races, a feverish intensity taking over. I’d do anything for you—kill for you, die for you if it came to that. His breathing quickens as he imagines it—hurting anyone who would harm you, throwing himself into danger just to keep you safe. No one understands how much I love you. How far I’d go.

He knows it's madness, a dark thought whispers in the back of his mind, telling him he’s gone too far. But he shakes it off. No… I’m your protector. I’d kill or die for you, and one day, you’ll see why you need me.