His
A little child with raven hair and stubborn eyes interested him when he was bored.
His to be observed.
When he was alone, visions of a girl running along her brothers assaulted him.
His to be trained.
His anger was only soothed by peeking into a young woman's bath. Soft skin glistening under the sunlight.
His to be admired.
He watched her from a distance. Careful because her body was alert in his presence. Silent because her eyes searched the places where he shouldn't be seen. He was lost as to the cause.
She was special. And she was his.