All Chapters of Hidden Obsession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Adrian stepped out into the crisp afternoon, his mind a blur of tasks, thoughts of Evan, and the subtle rhythm of their life together that had become second nature. Even the city streets seemed to bend around his thoughts, somehow quieter, somehow ordered in ways he could not explain. It was the sort of calm that made him forget the earlier intensity of their mornings, the possessive touches, the whispered promises, and the way Evan’s eyes had lingered on him like a claim.He reached the café Naomi had insisted they meet at, tucked into a corner street, unassuming and peaceful. The little bell above the door jingled as he entered, and there she was—Naomi, radiant in a simple dress, eyes scanning the small room until they found him. She smiled, warm but knowing, the kind of smile that made him feel seen. And yet, there was caution behind it.“Adrian,” she greeted, standing just long enough to give him a polite hug. Her voice had that familiar warmth, tempered by something else—curiosit

The apartment was unusually quiet that evening. Evan had been uncharacteristically gentle all day, his usual obsessive tendencies slightly muted, though never gone. He moved around with a soft precision—fixing Adrian’s coffee just the way he liked it, smoothing the collar of his shirt, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Adrian’s ear. Every action, every glance, seemed designed to anchor Adrian in safety and comfort.Adrian sat on the couch, feet tucked beneath him, a book in his lap. He’d been reading for hours but hardly remembered the words. His mind kept drifting to Evan—the soft way he had kissed him goodbye that morning, the careful, almost tender way he held him when Adrian had lingered too long at the window.It was… unsettling.Evan finally settled beside him, arms wrapping around Adrian’s shoulders in a possessive embrace. The contrast between the gentle warmth and the intensity in Evan’s eyes was disarming. Adrian tilted his head back against Evan’s chest, heart hammering

The apartment hummed with the meticulous energy Evan always carried, a symphony of clinking cutlery, whispered phone calls, and the low, deliberate hum of his thoughts manifesting in plans, lists, and schedules. Every corner of the living room displayed color-coded binders, magazine tear-outs, and mock-up invitations. He moved through the chaos like a predator in his domain, sleek, confident, unshakable. Adrian watched from the couch, a hollow ache nestled deep in his chest. He had spent weeks convincing himself that this—this obsessive planning, this smothering care—was love. That surrendering to Evan fully meant happiness. Yet Naomi’s words, soft but insistent, replayed in his mind with unnerving clarity: “You can’t live with that intensity forever. Not now. Not yet.” He had tried to push the thought away, clinging to the warmth of Evan’s presence, the ease with which the man made life feel both dangerous and safe. But the truth had been creeping in like a slow, insistent tide. Ad

The chapel was small, sun streaming through stained glass, casting colorful patterns across the polished wooden pews. Flowers adorned every surface, soft lilacs and roses mingling in delicate bouquets. It was simple, intimate—the kind of wedding Adrian had always quietly dreamed of, and Evan had learned to honor.Evan stood at the altar, hands clasped in front of him, calm and composed. Not the maniacal, obsessive version of himself Adrian had endured. No, this was Evan tempered by six months of reflection, therapy, and restraint. Yet, beneath the restraint, a quiet possessiveness lingered—an intensity Adrian had come to crave rather than fear.Adrian walked down the aisle, his dress flowing, a nervous but radiant smile on his face. Each step was deliberate, but his eyes never left Evan. When he reached the altar, their hands met, fingers interlocking with ease and familiarity.“I promise,” Evan whispered, voice low so only Adrian could hear, “to love you wholly, fiercely, but careful