<i>Sumner Alaine Alphonse.</i><br/><br/>The name alone evoked a flurry of all consuming emotions in one, Bellamy René Busson. The young tiger shifter had set his sights on the unsuspecting elf and had been watching him from afar for quite some time now.<br/><br/>The second of three, Bellamy was your stereotypical over looked middle child. His parents were both affluent in their own right, his mother a well-known politician and his father a highly sought after surgeon. Between the demanding nature of both their careers, they barely had time to spend on their children. And what little time they did have were divided between his siblings. The eldest boy following in their mother's footsteps in politics. And the youngest and only girl in the family, a child prodigy.<br/><br/>Never having been a child prodigy himself, and with no intention of following in either of his parents' footsteps, Bellamy was the outlier. His parents already having come to the conclusion that Bellamy would never amount to anything worthwhile. So they threw around gifts and money to appease him; to make up for the lack of love, affection, and acceptance they denied him.<br/><br/>Learning early that he would never amount to much of anything in his parents' eyes, and his attempts to gain their love and praise a futile endeavor, he stopped trying. Seeking his craving for love and acceptance elsewhere. Using money and his parents' name to aid his search. At least they turned out to be useful for something. But Bellamy's seeking of the things he was deprived of as a child took on dark and unhealthy tones. Seemingly fleeting and small infatuations turning into obsession. Obsession leading to roads that saw him breaking all manner of the law to get close to those he deemed worthy of his love.<br/><br/>He inserted himself into their lives, most of the time the unwitting victim figuring too late just what was happening. Many had caught the shifter's attention. But time and time again, they all disappointed. Shunning him, incapable of returning his love and affection, rejecting him outright. And time and time again, he found himself losing to the rage and hurt that festered and grew with each failure. But regardless of his tendency to lash out, to hurt back, he never lost hope that he would find the<i>one</i>. That all the failures were only leading him closer and closer to the person he was meant to be with.<br/><br/>Currently, this person was a professor at his college.<br/><br/>A chance encounter with the elf had left a lasting impression on the young man and he'd been unable to get the man out of his head since. This lead to Bellamy watching the man for months now. Learning everything he could about his life, both past and present. Learning his schedule, places he frequented, his friends and acquaintances alike. More than once he'd invited himself into the other's home. More than once he'd left behind little gifts and notes that he knew would leave the man smitten. More than once he'd taken things from the man's house as keepsakes.<br/><br/>But as time passed with Bellamy simply watching from the shadows, it soon proved to not be enough.<br/><br/>He wanted more.<br/><br/>Which was how he'd ended up in the unwitting elf's class. A purposeful changing of a class or two. Money greasing any creaky wheels that attempted to get in his way.<br/><br/>He'd arrived early, choosing a seat closer to the front that provided a clear view of Professor Alphonse. That breathless moment when their eyes met for a fleeting second, left the shifter light-headed. His whole body buzzing. He'd tried to focus during the lecture but his eyes were too busy drinking in the sight of the other, his mind running wild with all that he wanted to do with him. By the time the class had come to an end and students were starting to trickle out, the whole subject matter had flown over Bellamy's head. While others gathered up their things, leaving, a few even drifting down to the professor's desk to touch base on lessons and assignments, Bellamy stayed seated.<br/><br/>He didn't move until the whole of the lecture hall had cleared out. Only then did he stand, books and laptop stuffed away into his navy green satchel that he slung over his shoulder, before he stepped towards the professor's desk. A smile gracing his full lips, blue-green eyes glinting with what could only be described as mischievous intent. The words he uttered having nothing to do with the class or anything anyone would deem appropriate for the setting and situation. "Is it true what they say about elves as bed partners?"