Sebastian's Obsession

Petal's POV The night was silent, save for the echo of my heartbeat pounding in my ears. How had I ended up here? The air in the room felt suffocating, the dim lighting casting ominous shadows on the walls. My face still burned from the sting of his slap, and my shoulder throbbed where his teeth had sunk into my flesh. My mind raced, desperate for answers, desperate for a way out. But the only thing that greeted me was the sinister smirk on Sebastian's face, a cruel reminder of the power he wielded. How did my life spiral into this? Everything had been fine—or so I thought. I had been preparing for graduation, dreaming of a quiet and independent life. My family was my world, and I had plans to make them proud. But Sebastian, with his overwhelming presence, had other plans. He had always been around—my family’s close friend, a charming yet enigmatic figure. I never paid much attention to him beyond the polite exchanges and casual meetings. I never realized he had been watching me, s

Sebastian’s POV The shrill sound of my alarm broke the silence of the early morning. I groaned, rubbing my face as I forced myself out of bed. It was another day, another battle to conquer in the corporate world. Pushing aside my lingering drowsiness, I headed to the bathroom, stepping into the shower. The cold water hit my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep and clearing my mind. Afterward, I put on my perfectly tailored Armani suit, a staple of my wardrobe that spoke of power and precision. As I adjusted my cufflinks, my butler knocked softly on the door before entering. “Sir, breakfast is ready,” he informed me with his usual calm demeanor. He was a man in his mid-50s, with a head full of grey hair and a posture that reflected years of dedicated service. I respected him immensely, knowing the effort and discipline it took to stay steadfast in one’s duties. Respect like that doesn’t come easy; it’s earned through hardship, something I know all too well. But the past is a door

Sebastian's pov The day started as any other, filled with the monotony of routine meetings and tasks that seemed to stretch longer than necessary. My patience, though refined over the years, was wearing thin as I navigated through the endless discussions, nodding at the appropriate times and issuing directives when required. Externally, I exuded calm authority, but my mind was elsewhere, entangled with thoughts of her. Lunch with foreign clients followed, set in one of the finest restaurants downtown. The setting was grand, the air filled with the hum of satisfaction as my clients reveled in their success, raising glasses to toast the profits they had secured. I played my role well—engaging just enough to maintain appearances while my true focus remained on her. Each smile I offered and every calculated remark was merely a performance, masking my preoccupation. When the day finally allowed me to retreat to the sanctuary of my penthouse, I welcomed the quietude that greeted me. The p

Author's POV Sebastian adjusted the scarf around his neck, its soft fabric brushing against his skin. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, admiring the casual yet striking look of his white V-neck T-shirt paired with black trousers. The jean jacket added a touch of rugged charm, while the scarf provided a hint of elegance. For once, he felt free from the confines of his usual business attire. Tonight wasn’t about boardrooms or deals; it was a family dinner—a rare chance to embrace normalcy. Confident yet relaxed, Sebastian couldn’t ignore how effortlessly handsome he looked, ready to step into a different world. Sebastian adjusted the scarf around his neck, feeling the soft fabric brush against his skin. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror of his Ferrari before pulling out of his mansion's driveway. For a moment, he hesitated, thinking about how different this evening was from his usual life filled with power suits and business meetings. Tonight was special—he

The Weight of His Presence I turned around to see who it was, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Sebastian standing there, his dark, piercing eyes locked onto mine. His presence filled the room effortlessly, making it feel smaller and more suffocating. I couldn’t meet his gaze for long, not after what had happened earlier in my room. My cheeks burned at the memory, and I quickly turned back to the sink, pretending to focus on the dishes. But before I could fully regain my composure, I felt a firm grip on my forearms. His touch was strong yet controlled, his long fingers wrapping around me with a possessive hold. He stopped me in my tracks, leaving no room for escape. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep and husky, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. I shook my head quickly, refusing to meet his gaze. The thought of facing him, of confronting the intensity in his eyes, was too much to bear. “Look at me,” he said again, this time with a hint of impatience. Before