Novel & Cerita Driving My Obsession

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

༺LIAM༻ “Disobey me and find out.” The words are out of my mouth before I can even stop myself from sounding like a total control freak. Well, maybe I am. I'm the control freak who fucking loves her with a passion that borders on obsession and I won't apologize for it. Obsession is my love language. This woman drives me crazy yet every fibre of my being burns for her.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

No, I don’t have an agent, but fuck if I’ll tell him that. I study the lines of the car, all sleek curves and custom wheels. I’ve never been into material things—can’t afford them anyway. Cars and big-ass houses don’t motivate me. The game does. “Nice,” I say, trying to keep my cool and not let him know his digs are getting under my skin.

Chloe added without a care and sat down into a large overstuffed beanbag chair. Leila didn't bother about her again and turned around to head in the direction of the storage room. "Wait Leila. How do you know those guys? Who owned the car among them? Are you dating any of them? If you are, it had better not be the owner of the car cause I have my sights on him." Leila stood still and watched her run her mouth. She already knew it was the car she was attracted to. She decided to play a fast one on her.

She grabbed her small purse and headed toward the door. Behind her, Amy’s smile melted into bitterness. She hated—hated—that Jenny looked more beautiful than her even now, with all the expensive makeup and hours she spent getting ready. Jealousy burned inside her. “Your life will crumble soon enough,” Amy whispered under her breath. “Let’s see how long you last with a monster.” Amy breezed past her family, waved goodbye, and drove off without a second glance. Jenny, Robert, and Emma entered their car moments later.

His long list of prestigious achievements nearly blinded me in the dark. From that day on, I channeled the same energy I had for my SATs, grinding and committing to volumes of botanical facts. I’d flex my knowledge on botanical trivia while we talked online. Of course, there were the occasional thirst-trap photos I would drop here and there. I made sure not to show my face, just giving out the vibes. Six months later, the cynical closeted romantic dropped his holy act and was eager to lock me down. Amused, I asked him in a feigned vulnerable voice, “But what if I’m ugly? What if my looks make you hurl for a week straight?”

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.