THE MAFIA KING OBSESSION 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

SAMANTHA POV The tension in the hallway became almost unbearable. I could feel it in the air thick, heavy, pressing down on my chest like a storm about to break. Damon stood in front of me, tall and unmoving, his presence swallowing the space between us. His eyes, those intense eyes, were locked on mine, unreadable yet burning with something dangerously close to anger. Or was it jealousy? I didn’t want to assume. But the way his jaw tightened when he glanced toward Marco earlier told me enough. I crossed my arms instinctively, trying to create distance between us even though he hadn’t taken another step closer. “You shouldn’t be here,” I repeated quietly. Damon tilted his head slightly. “And yet, here I am.” My patience thinned. “This isn’t one of your business meetings or corporate buildings, Damon. This is a hospital.” “And?” “And people are working.” His gaze flicked briefly down the hallway where Marco had disappeared. Something dark passed across his face. “Yes,”

SAMANTHA POVThe city outside my window was alive, glittering with a thousand lights that blurred together like liquid gold. Yet inside my apartment, it felt suffocating. Every shadow seemed too close, every quiet tick of the clock amplified. Damon wasn’t here, and yet… I could still feel him. His presence lingered in my mind like smoke, thick and impossible to ignore.I sank into the armchair by the window, pulling my legs close to my chest. My fingers fidgeted with the edge of my skirt, curling and uncurling as though the motion alone could help me regain control of my scattered thoughts. Last night’s events haunted me. Every detail. Every touch. Every heat-filled glance. The intensity of him, the force of his jealousy, the way his body had been coiled like a predator ready to strike those images refused to leave my mind.I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. In… out… In… out… But even as I counted, the heat in my chest, the coil of tension low in my abdomen, refused to ease. My

SAMANTHA POVMorning came too quickly.I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed the same moments like a stubborn loop I couldn't shut off. The hospital hallway. Damon stood there like he owned the entire building. The dangerous calm in his eyes. Marco is stepping forward.And the look Damon gave him.I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring blankly at the wooden floor of my apartment. The early sunlight filtered through the curtains, stretching pale gold lines across the room, but it did nothing to ease the tension still coiled tightly inside my chest.My alarm had gone off twenty minutes ago.I hadn’t moved.I dragged a hand down my face and exhaled slowly.Get it together, Samantha.You’re a doctor. Not a teenager overthinking a man.But Damon Mondragon wasn’t just a man.That was the problem.He was… something else entirely.Power clung to him like a second skin. The way people stepped aside when he walked into a room. The way even the h

The next day I felt something was wrong. The moment I stepped out of the hospital, I felt it again. That same quiet, crawling sensation beneath my skin. Like something unseen was watching me. Waiting. My grip tightened slightly around the strap of my bag as I walked toward the parking area. The evening air was cooler now, brushing against my arms, but it did nothing to ease the tension building in my chest. I told myself it was nothing. Just exhaustion. Just leftover paranoia from last night. But my instincts trained, sharp, and rarely wrong refused to settle. I slowed my steps slightly, eyes scanning the area without making it obvious. Cars. A few people leaving their shifts. Security guards near the entrance. Everything looked normal. Too normal. I reached my car and unlocked it quickly, sliding into the driver’s seat. The moment the door shut behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. You’re fine. You’re just tired. I started the engine, pul

DAMON POV She didn’t ask anything. No questions. No resistance. No hesitation. Just silence. And somehow… that silence was louder than any argument she had thrown at me before. I stood a few steps away from the bed, watching her as she slowly took in the room not with curiosity, not with suspicion… But with exhaustion. Pure, undeniable exhaustion. Her movements were slower now. Heavier. As if every part of her body had finally given up holding itself together. Good. Because she needed to. For once… she needed to stop fighting. She didn’t look at me again after that first glance. Didn’t try to challenge me. Didn’t try to leave. Instead, she simply turned slightly, her body sinking into the softness of the bed as if it was the only thing holding her up. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. I just watched. Her fingers curled weakly against the sheets. Her breathing uneven at first gradually started to slow. She pulled her legs closer to herself, instinctively, like she w