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Obsession

You couldn't simply call Brice "obsessed," he was just a bit "loose in morals." Or, that's how Seto had described his seeming "overprotective" boyfriend.

Brice Purton Solace was an artist, an amazing one to say the least. He always drew things that were vivid—realistic. The paintings spoke for themselves, each one having their own backstories that were quite intriguing, yet mysterious. Each one was always doused in the color red, a dark and velvet color that made your stomach churn, but you couldn't take your eyes off it. Brice was an artist, an amazing yet mysterious one to say the least.

Of course, one could say that Brice was "obsessed" with his art. He was always painting, a perfectionist with a brush and a powerful hand that always knew where each stroke went. He was obsessed with the lines that were going to make it perfect, and he was obsessed of achieving his goals of, well, perfection. Seto always loved him whether he'd fail or he'd succeed.

But, on this particular evening, Seto came home from work, exhausted and stressed. It was Thursday, tomorrow he figured he could have just slept in for the whole day and maybe Brice wouldn't interrupt him. He stretched, setting his suitcase down on the dining room table and went towards the living room. Brice would always be situated in the living room that was usually covered in paint.

"You're a mess!" Seto exclaimed, eyes widened as he ran towards the blond.

"Huh?" Brice blinked, blank and devoid.

"Why do you have so much red paint on yourself!" Seto questioned.

"Oh. I didn't realize it," Brice laughed, standing up. "I'm gonna go change then and try to get these stains off."

Seto just nodded as he took a seat on the floor. Brice stood up and strolled off into the hallway. The red paint gave Seto a bad vibe, why red of all particular colors? The brunet's eyes locked onto the painting, it looked like a realistic waterfall, but wasn't finished yet. It was still being painted, some parts of it were a bit colored, like the grass, but not completely. There wouldn't be any need for red paint in the painting, so why was Brice covered in it?

Brice eventually came strolling in, shirtless and in pajama pants, "So I've wasted all my shirts."

Seto looked up, astonished, "Even the tank-tops?"

"Even the tank-tops," Brice confirmed. All Seto could do was giggle as his boyfriend sat down next to him, grabbing a paintbrush and beginning to paint some of the water. Seto just watched in amusement.

"You really are something amazing, you're like a work of art," Seto murmured, his eyes sparkling in the light.

Brice hummed, smiling as the tips of his ears went a bit red, "Seto, you don't need to say that."

"I have to, though, because you are," Seto insisted. Brice laughed, planting a kiss on Seto's forehead.

"God, what did I do to deserve you," Brice smiled, ruffling the brunet's hair.

And that hypothetical question was correct—what did Brice do to deserve Seto?

Many things, actually.

He remembered the first time he met the brunet, high school. He was short in the crowd, a bit popular as well. He hung out with a group called "Team Crafted," usually had influences among his peers but tried their best to be polite around others (barely). Brice was just some artsy kid that sat in the back of the classroom, silent and not really knowing what was going on in the world.

He'd usually draw his thoughts and fears away during class, away from the teacher's drowning voice and away from the eyes that judged him. He drew and he drew, practicing until he got better. He was obsessed with perfection, as well as something else. He was obsessed with Seto Source—a work of art all on his own.

Seto Source was one of the most popular kids in school, Brice had established that because of the people he had hung out with, and the people he previously dated. Currently, he knew that Seto Source was dating a male by the name of "Tyler Ellis," who is also conveniently popular and in the circle of "Team Crafted." Brice didn't like Tyler Ellis one bit. He didn't realize this disliking until he crossed paths with them in the hallway, Tyler Ellis had his arm swung around Seto Source's shoulders.

It wasn't at all creepy, for Brice, to constantly watch Seto Source doing his daily activities. He slowly learned that the best ways to approach the brunet was during either lunch or gym class. Seto Source mainly sat out during gym class, which was strange because most of the kids with some kind of "problem" were actively involved in gym class. But, he would usually see the brunet on the floor, reading some kind of big book that no one has ever heard of. Brice longed to draw the brunet and claim him as "his own."

So, he spent every night planning. He was usually up in his room sketching out plans with heavy detail on how to sabotage the relationship. It was terrible, wicked perhaps, but Brice didn't really care. He established that he wanted Seto as his, and his alone. Surely the brunet wouldn't notice this, right? He was basically a non-entity in a flock of doves, if he could just sneak up he could surely take one shot. It was completely "sane" of him to do so.

He simply just, well, eliminated Tyler Ellis and made it look like an accidental drowning. Of course the brunet would go crying to his friends, but it was the perfect time to approach him.

He slowly spent his days attempting to gain the brunet's trust. It did, eventually, work. Seto Source was a clingy type, Brice knew that the brunet would not let him go as easily. He liked that, he liked that very much.

Brice couldn't help but feel anger once and a while, especially when people would stare at his boyfriend. He killed—he promised himself it would be a one time thing. Yet, he never stopped. He was smart, logical, and not messy with his murders. Fake suicides, fake run always, fake everything—the police never expected a simple Australian artist.

Artist.

He took the phrase "Paint With The Blood Of Enemies" quite literally.

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i ran out of ideas so if any of you would like to use this for your stories or something just tag me