I made a vow to protect her when we were just kids. First, from the monsters hiding under the bed and then the ones roaming the world freely. My obsession with Dove wasn’t normal, it toed the line on psychotic, but my love for her overshadowed that. I’d killed, destroyed, and hurt those that had done her wrong. I’d watched her for years wanting to claim her but refusing to.

I was both her guardian angel and a demon lurking in the shadows.
She was mine, even though she didn’t know it yet.
I had planned to let her live her life while I watched from afar.