He always watched her from the corner of the room, whispered sweet words to her and refused to be distracted from his close observation. There was a crazy flame of passion burning in this guy's eyes, but it was shielded by a thin thread of jealousy, ready to break into the slightest hint of someone else's affection. He always wanted to be near her, so that her breathing sounded just for him, to flash in the warm rays of her smile and lick the remnants of happiness rolling off her lips.

When their eyes met, time disappeared for nothing, and the world moved smoothly in unreality. In the depths of his black eyes there was an entire universe, locked on one of her—her. But this guy had his own dark side, covered with a layer of obsession and thirst. He was jealous of her every breath, indulging in a continuous desire to destroy everything that could become an obstacle in their path.

But his ardor and insane love were the reason for the steady loss of himself. At the same time, any act of resistance on the part of his beloved, or even just her independence, deprived him of the last remnant of reason. He couldn't let anyone take her away from him, her smile had become his oxygen, and he needed that breath for his own existence.

He was watching her again today. He stood at her window and watched her.