He was obsessed. Not in a bad way a good way. He would do anything for her. He was there when she called, when she was hungry, when she wanted a ride, when she wanted a new expensive purse. He wouldn't let her down. She was his love. His world. His life. His life revolves around her. Nothing else mattered unless it was for her. He had to fight for her? He would till the other person was dead. She was in control and she knew it. They both loved each other the same. There was no loss of love ever from either one she was spoiled and she knew it. She loved it. She loved being loved. And loved loving her. He knew no one was ever going to get better than her. Ever. And she knew if she lost him she would most literally die. She loved this man with every piece of her heart.