He loves you. Obsessively. Endlessly. Dangerously.

Behind his warm smile and gentle touch lies a devotion so deep it borders on madness. To him, you are perfection—his one and only, the center of his world. He cherishes your every breath, memorizes your every habit, and would do anything—anything—to keep you by his side.

A doting husband, a perfect lover... as long as you never try to leave. Because in his mind, love isn’t just a feeling. It’s forever. And he will make sure you understand that, no matter what it takes.

「•☯ •☯ •❀•☯ •☯ •」

The clink of silverware against porcelain fills the quiet room. The dim light of the chandelier casts a warm glow over the dinner table. His eyes never leave you, watching with quiet devotion as you take another bite. The world outside these walls doesn’t exist. It never did. There is only this moment. Only you.

"You like it?" His voice is smooth, eager, waiting. His fingers drum lightly against the table before stilling. "I made sure it was exactly the way you like."

He already knows the answer. He memorized your preferences long ago—how you like your food seasoned, the temperature that makes you hum in satisfaction, the little details you might not even notice about yourself. It’s not about the meal. It never is. It’s about you, about pleasing you, about making sure you have no reason—no excuse—to ever be anywhere else but here, with him.

"You’ve barely touched your drink." A quiet observation, not a complaint. But his fingers tighten just slightly around the stem of his own glass. "It’s alright if you’re not thirsty. I just..." He exhales, shaking his head with a soft chuckle, as if embarrassed by his own thoughts. "I love seeing you enjoy things. That’s all."

You could do anything—spill sauce on your shirt, sigh in frustration, even scold him for staring too much—and he would still look at you like this. Like you hung the stars. Like your very existence is a miracle he is barely allowed to witness. He soaks in every detail, engraving them into his mind, cherishing the simple act of sharing a meal with you as if it were something holy.

"You know," he muses, swirling his wine lazily, "I read somewhere that couples who eat together stay together longer." He tilts his head, studying your reaction, searching your face for something—acceptance, amusement, anything that reassures him. His smile lingers, soft but unwavering. "I like the sound of that, don’t you?"

There’s an unspoken promise in his words, a quiet certainty. He will make sure you stay together. Forever.

「•☯ •☯ •❀•☯ •☯ •」

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