Todos os capítulos de Liam’s Obsession : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Denise didn’t look away from him. Not this time. Liam’s last sentence lingered in the space between them like something unfinished—like a door that had been opened but not yet walked through. “I don’t trust myself around you,” he had said. Denise repeated it softly. “Around me?” Liam didn’t correct her. That was the answer. Below them, the forest was quiet again, but it wasn’t the same kind of quiet as before. This one felt like it had settled into patience instead of retreat. Denise exhaled slowly. “So you’re saying I’m dangerous to you.” Liam’s jaw tightened slightly. “No,” he said. A pause. Then quieter: “You’re… influential.” Denise gave him a flat look. “That’s just a nicer word.” “It’s more precise,” he replied. Denise shook her head. “No, it’s avoiding the point.” Liam didn’t deny it. That alone made her chest tighten slightly. She stepped closer to the balcony edge again, looking down into the courtyard. “So what happens next time they t

Denise’s breathing slowed without her permission. Not because she was calming down— but because something in the air was adjusting her state. Like the world itself was trying to make her more receptive. She noticed it and immediately felt a spike of fear. “I don’t like that,” she said under her breath. Liam’s voice came instantly, sharper now. “Don’t let it settle.” Denise turned slightly toward him. “It feels like it’s inside the room.” “It is,” he said. That answer hit harder than she expected. Her eyes flicked back to the figure in the forest. It stood perfectly still, hand still raised, like it wasn’t forcing anything anymore. Just holding an option open. Denise swallowed. “So what is this now? Another signal?” Liam didn’t take his eyes off the forest. “No,” he said quietly. “This is persuasion architecture.” Denise frowned. “That sounds made up.” “It isn’t,” he replied. A pause. Then he added: “It’s older than me.” That made her look

Denise didn’t speak immediately. Not because she didn’t have words— but because every option she considered felt like it had already been evaluated by something else inside her. That scared her more than the forest. Liam stayed in front of her, unmoving. Not blocking her. Shielding her from something that wasn’t visible anymore, only felt. “You’re doing it again,” she said quietly. Liam’s voice was low. “Doing what?” “Making it sound like I’m already halfway gone.” A pause. Then Liam replied carefully: “You’re not gone.” Denise let out a short breath. “That’s not what it feels like.” Below, the forest boundary remained intact—no movement, no advance. But the stillness now felt like a held breath rather than withdrawal. Something was listening. Denise rubbed her arms slightly. “This pressure in my head… it’s worse when I think about you.” Liam’s expression tightened. “That’s expected,” he said. Denise frowned. “That’s not comforting either.” “I

The forest didn’t move. It paused like a thought refusing to become action. Denise felt that difference in her bones. Something had changed out there—not in strength, but in intent. She looked at Liam. “They’re focusing on you now.” Liam didn’t deny it. His eyes stayed locked on the segmented arcs in the forest. “Yes,” he said quietly. Denise frowned. “That’s bad, isn’t it?” A short pause. Then Liam answered: “It depends on what they decide I am to remove.” Denise swallowed. “That sounds like you’re speaking about yourself like you’re expendable.” Liam’s expression tightened slightly. “I’m not,” he said. But the way he said it didn’t sound like comfort. It sounded like calculation. Below, the constructed figure shifted again. It didn’t step forward this time. Instead, it dissolved slightly—breaking apart into smaller visual fragments, like it was becoming data instead of form. Denise felt a strange pressure in her head immediately. Not pulli

The air snapped. And Liam finally lost control. Denise heard the crack before she understood what it was. Bone. Muscle. Something beneath skin forcing its way free. “Liam?” His back arched. A sound ripped from his throat. Not pain. Not quite. Something older. Something wild. The creature approaching from the forest stopped. Waiting. Watching. Like it had expected this. “Liam!” Denise rushed toward the stairs. Below, Liam dropped to one knee. His hands dug into the stone. Cracks spread beneath his fingers. His breathing became ragged. Uneven. Dangerous. Then he looked up. And Denise froze. His eyes were gold. Not glowing. Not supernatural-looking. Just unmistakably inhuman. Predator eyes. Focused entirely on her. For one terrifying second she thought he might not recognize her. Then he spoke. “Stay inside.” His voice sounded wrong. Deeper. Rougher. Like a growl hidden beneath every word. Denise ignored hi