Don't Worry, My Love

In love. Fatuated. Bewitched. Intoxicated. Love sick.

Those oceans of emotions swam through him like a waterfall, driving him mad. Love. That was all he thought about when it came to the (h/c) female. All that went through his crazy mind was how much he loved you and when he wasn't thinking about that he was thinking about how to make you his.

And he would do just that, like a fox to a rabbit he had (Y/n) trapped. Little did the naive rabbit know just how unprepared she was, and how the only gore she would ever see wouldn't be just in movies.

She was his, after all. Right?