She watched him. All day long, she watched him. She watched him from a tree, as he hit the snooze button on his alarm clock no less than eight times this morning. She watched him from the alley, as Havoc drove him to work. She watched him from a closet, as he snuck a look at dirty magazines when Hawkeye turned her back, and giggled when he tipped over the inkwell on his desk when Edward burst in on him. She knew his daily ritual of setting the morning paper ablaze when he was done reading it, andhow he threw darts at the picture of Fullmetal hanging behind the clock on the wall to occupy his spare time.
She was obbsessed, God, or Ishvala, or whatever, help her. She had totally abandoned her usual lustful behavior in favor of sitting in cramped, dark spaces, watching this egotistical litle man day in, and day out.
And she liked it, which was the worst part. She liked seeing him jerk off regulary in the men's bathroom, as if he couldn't go out on the street and ravish the first person he saw and get away with it. She liked knowing all of his quirks, such as his severe isolophobia, and his kinks, likehow he liked to handcuff his lovers to the overhanging pipes in the cellar of his house. She liked knowing that he hated Xingian food, as well as Black Hayate. She liked knowing that he had a collection of cheezy romance novels under his bed, directly beside his porn.
And, for some odd reason, she found comfort in the fact that he would kill her as soon as he got the chance, up until the moment that she was consumed by his fire.
Isolophobia- Fear of solitude, being alone.
I ran out of ideas, and had recently watched "The silence of the lambs".
This took me about...ten minutes. XD please, be gentle. And if it isn't good, blame it on the Totally Promiscuous FMA Pairing Machine. (Lust/Roy, R, Include the words book handcuff, and ink.)