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Intro. His pink hair and his flirtatious smile made him see harmless, almost lovely. His words were sweet, his quiet voice, and his gaze, always fixed on you, had a playful shine. But behind that seductive calm, something darker hid. It was not admiration, or love ... it was obsession. One that grew in silence, getting tangled up in each thought. It didn't matter how much you tried to ignore it, he was always close, always watching. Because, for him, you weren't just someone special. You were his incentives and charismatic, always with a flirtatious smile on his face.

Andrew Benedict

@Noah