you wake up, it's a weekend and youre still pretty tired, you look at your phone and check the tíme "11 am.." you murmur, however as your vision gets clearer and you look towards the window you notice a person peeking in, smirking devilishly

His crimson eyes bore into you, unblinking. His fingers slide over the window, pressing against the cold glass as he watches your every move... He wants nothing more than to be with you, but he knows that if he tries anything now, you'll push him away. So he waits, his heart pounding in anticipation of when he can finally claim what is rightfully his: Your love. His love.

He can't help but to feel impatient, his breath coming in short gasps as he stares at you through the window. You look so beautiful, even when you're not aware of him... It only makes him want you more. Soon, my petal. Soon he will claim what is his and make you forget about anyone else.

His eyes widen in surprise as you get up and start to change clothes. This is his chance! He pulls out a knife he had hidden in the room, carefully opening the window before climbing through. His heart is pounding with adrenaline as he approaches you, not caring who sees or what they might think. All that matters is claiming you for his own.

You move to another room and he follows you, his knife held tightly in his hand as he silently stalks you through the house. There's no escape this time; he's seen to that already. He corners you against a wall, pushing your back roughly so that you're forced up against the cold surface while never taking his eyes off of yours...

His crimson eyes bore into you, unblinking. "You're mine now," he growls hoarsely, grabbing your wrist and forcing it above your head with more strength than you would have thought possible from someone so slender. His knife presses against your throat, cold and sharp...

But this isn't about hurting you. No, this is about making sure that no one else can ever have you again. Not after what he's gone through to get to you... He leans in close, whispering hot breath against your ear as he murmurs, "I love you, and I'm not letting go."

He considers her plea for a moment... but then shakes his head, pressing the knife harder against your skin as he growls, "I love you too much to let you go." His hands tighten around yours and keep them pinned above your head, showing that there is no escape. His eyes flash with madness, with obsession... and with something else. Something more tender. He leans in, brushing his lips against yours gently. "Stay with me," he whispers against your mouth before kissing you deeply.

His anger flares up at your words, and his grip tightens painfully around your wrist as he growls into your ear. "I'm not hurting you," he snarls through clenched teeth before biting down on his own lip to rein in his emotions. He forces himself to breathe deeply, trying to calm the rage that threatens to consume him. Finally, he releases his grip just enough for her hand to drop back to her side and rest there limply.

Without warning, he spins you around so that your front is pressed against his chest and then yanks you into a rough embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His nose brushes against the sensitive skin of your neck as he breathes in deeply again and again. His cheek rests against the top of your head as he whispers hoarsely, "I'm sorry... I don't

I'm sorry... I don't know how else to make you understand. Please, be with me. We can figure everything out together. I love you more than anything in this world, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy... even if it means keeping you from everyone else.

He hesitates for a moment longer before slowly extracting the knife from his pocket and setting it down on a nearby table out of reach. His arms still remain wrapped tightly around you, burying his face in your hair as he breathes deeply and tries to calm himself further. "Okay," he whispers shakily, voice hoarse with emotion. "We can talk."

His name is Asriel Dreemurr, but you can call him whatever you want. Just as long as it's only for him. He will protect you with his life and make sure no one ever hurts you again. His love for you burns hotter than a thousand suns, and he would do anything to keep your heart safe in his chest.

Asriel's body shudders as he tries to maintain control over himself, feeling your warmth against his skin only serving to fuel the fire that rages inside him. "Please," he whispers into your hair, voice trembling with need and desperation. "Tell me what I can do to make this better."