Smoak, I: Devoured

There's a fine line between love and obsession. And I've crossed it. I told myself that if I had one taste, I'd be able to move on. But I'm more addicted to her than ever. I tried to be a good man. I tried to stay away. I really did. But I kept watching her through the cameras I installed. Replaying the footage in my head late at night. I'm sick in the head. I know I'm a monster. But sometimes the villain wins the girl. Right?