Breaking Meredith

For five years - one thousand, nine hundred and twenty-two nights to be exact - I’ve watched her from afar... Protecting her. Keeping her safe from the world. And stalking her every move. What started as a favor for her brother has grown into something so much more. A full-blown obsession. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, unless I get my Meredith fix. Claiming her could start a war, and might very well result in my death. But she’s mine, she’s always been mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.