I am chubby but I'm his obsession
He was the campus god who had everything. She was the invisible girl holding onto nothing.
Simone Liverpool is college royalty—the star athlete from a billionaire dynasty, used to a world of pristine status and superficial perfection. Chrysler Davii is just trying to survive. Drowning in grief after losing her father, dealing with a painful battle with PCOS, and constantly broken down by her mother’s cruel comments about her body, Chrysler has built a wall around herself that no one can penetrate.
When a mandatory photography project forces them to partner up and road-trip across state lines, the campus scoffs. Simone’s friends mock the pairing, and Chrysler braces for a journey of humiliation. Simone is furious that his curated life is being disrupted.
But out on the open highway, away from the toxic noise of the locker room, the lens shifts.
Simone starts seeing the breathtaking girl behind the camera. Her grief calls to his protective instincts; her quiet resilience becomes his undoing. When he overhears the verbal abuse she faces from her own family, his frustration turns into a dark, fierce possessiveness. Simone doesn't just want to win the project—he wants to consume her world, protect her health, and destroy anyone who ever made her feel less than magnificent.
He was supposed to be her worst nightmare. Instead, he’s about to become her darkest obsession.
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Chapter: Safe soundPOV: Chrysler DaviiThe dull, thumping ache in my lower abdomen morphs into a white-hot knife. I bite down on the inside of my bottom lip until I taste the sharp, metallic tang of blood, squeezing my eyes shut to block out the world.Don't make a sound, my mother’s voice screams inside my head, loud and relentless, drowning out the gentle hum of the heater. 'Look at you, whining over a little stomach ache! You're just lazy, Chrysler. You eat garbage, you gain weight, and then you cry like a baby when your body rebels. Nobody wants to hear your dramatic whining.'I force my breathing to stay shallow. I tuck my hands under the warm electric blanket Simone placed over me, pressing my knuckles deep into my pelvic bone, desperately trying to numb the sharp waves of PCOS cramping that are tearing through my insides. The fatigue hits right behind it—a terrifying, sudden weight that makes my eyelids feel like lead and my mind spin into a dizzy haze.Beside me, the car shifts into gear.Simone
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
Chapter: The broken maskPOV: Chrysler DaviiMy heart thumps violently against my ribs, a trapped animal kicking against its cage.I wouldn't be able to hide how I look at you anymore.The words hang between us in the freezing mountain air, heavy and unbelievable. I stare at Simone, searching his face for the joke. The punchline has to be coming. Any second now, he’s going to smirk, laugh, or look away with that casual, wealthy arrogance that guys like him wear like an expensive watch.But Simone doesn't laugh. His hazel eyes are blazing, locked onto mine with an intensity so fierce it feels like a physical grip around my waist. The biting wind whips through the pine trees around us, but standing in his shadow, I don't feel cold at all."Don't," I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of a hundred unsaid insecurities. I step backward, my heel catching on an exposed root.Simone’s hand shoots out with terrifying speed, catching my wrist. His fingers are large, warm, and steady. The heat of his skin again
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Chapter: Across state linesPOV: Simone Liverpool The leather of the steering wheel feels cold under my fingers, but my grip on it is so tight my knuckles are turning ghostly white.Beside me in the passenger seat, Chrysler Davii is doing her absolute best to pretend I don’t exist. She’s leaning as far into the door frame as humanly possible without physically merging into the metal, her head resting against the glass, her dark hood pulled low over her eyes. She looks small inside that massive black sweatshirt wrapped up like a fortress, desperately trying to hide every inch of her soft, beautiful frame from the world.From me.Every time her words from the locker room repeat in my head, my jaw clenches so hard my back teeth ache.“You got stuck with the fat girl who used to write your papers. Feel free to put me in the trunk whenever you get tired of looking at me.”She genuinely believes I see her that way. She thinks I look at her with the same shallow, disgusting disdain that Williams and the rest of those
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Chapter: The weight of expectationsPOV: Chrysler DaviiThe mirror in the women’s locker room has a crack running straight down its middle, splitting my reflection into two jagged, uneven pieces. Fitting, I think, adjusting the heavy, oversized black hoodie that swallows my upper body. Even in the dark, breathable cotton, I can feel the phantom pressure of my own skin, the soft swell of my hips, and the heavy, burdensome exhaustion that clings to my bones like wet wool.I trace the crack in the glass with the tip of my thumb.“You keep eating like that, Chrysler, and you’ll need two seats just to cross the campus courtyard,” my mother’s voice echoes in my head, sharp and acid-laced, rattling around the empty chambers of a mind already drowning in grief.It has been four months since my dad died, four months since the only person who looked at me and saw my heart instead of my waistline was permanently erased from my world. And here I am, trapped in a university that feels like a gilded cage, trying to pass a photography
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
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