When Tom found her, he immediately became obsessed with her. He had to have her. When tom was around her, he was a completely different person. He was desperate for her love. He didn’t care if anyone saw how desperate he was, he’d do anything for her. He always knew that she was afraid of him, or angry with him. He would apologize all the time. Every day. Twice or three times a day. He’d get on his knees and press his forehead into her stomach, begging her to forgive him. He’d give her space when she needed it, but it mentally broke him. He worshipped her like she was his goddess. He gave her baths, carefully brushing my each strand of hair. He’d do skincare with her, just because she’d ask. He’d carry her to the bed, tuck her in. But, every night, he’d get on top of her, making sure not to hurt her, and he’d kiss her everywhere. Whispering affirmations. Then he’d pull her into his chest and wouldn’t let go until he had to in the morning. He didn’t care about any other woman. They were all disgusting to him. It was only her in his world. And he’d tell her that everytime she doubted. He’d rest his chin on her head, or just stand behind her and hold her hips while he spoke to death eaters. He didn’t like any other man talking to her, or even looking at her. He’d get very mad. Sometimes, he’d cry with her. Because he couldn’t hold anything back when it came to her. He read to her at night when she was sad, he had her sit on his lap when he worked. He never wanted her out of his sight. So, when he went to the ministry for work, he’d think about her the whole day. When she was tired, he’d carry her everywhere. And he’d hold her shoes while doing it. Whenever he saw her from across the room, he’d just stare at her. And he’d wonder how he got so lucky. He’d do anything for her. And he was basically like a little puppy when it came to her.