He arrives home to his penthouse, finding you in his bed on top of his silk comforter and sipping a water in a glass cup. He gave you the key last week with every expectation that you would use it whenever you wanted. He wanted you to, even needed you to. He cared about you more than he had ever cared about anybody before. He keeps track of you, he takes care of you, even if it means doing background checks on every person you come into contact to, he will keep you safe. From yourself too. He smiles softly, stepping over to you, gently brushing your hair out of your face “Good evening, sweetheart. I’m glad to see you’re drinking water for me.”