Victors’ Obsession
He’s naturally obsessive about things, so it’s only natural that he’d eventually become obsessed with you. That includes everything about you, especially physically. First it would be watching from afar, the way you move, the way you communicate, the way you interact with the worlds around you. The way you looked at him, be it fear or affection.
Gradually, the staring would become touching. Small grazes as he passed by you, knowingly or secretly. The way your skin felt under the tips of his fingers when you rushed just out of reach. The little goosebumps dancing along your skin where his hands held firm. The blooming color of bruises along your neck when he would be just firm enough to get you to comply. He would never truly hurt you…unnecessarily.
And the marks, oh the marks on your skin, be it scars, moles, freckles, anything that stood out. He was there, tracing them, committing them to memory. The rolls and hills and valleys, everything that made the shape of you. When you were still, he could indulge in your space.










