It surprised him, the lengths he would go to to feel close to you, the way he would degrade himself to quench his desires. All it took was one night, he had been staring at you, and you hadn't noticed yet. It irked him, really got under his skin. Then you had looked up, one simple question closing the void between you.

But you didn't know what he had done, what he was doing.

You didn't know as wired eyes with pinprick pupils stared at your file on his computer, tracing the outline pixels of your jaw with his fingertip. The smell of your shower gel on his skin, the taste of your toothpaste in his mouth, lips sipping out the mug you used. He wanted you, he needed you.

The door opened.