Fading Obsession 소설 & 이야기

his voice arrived. Anna exhaled slowly. “I think I am getting tired in a way that is not just tiredness.” A pause. Then Adrian replied. “Yes.” Silence. That confirmation did not help. It only validated the condition. Anna frowned slightly. “What is happening to us now?” Adrian did not respond immediately. When he did, his voice was lower. More precise. “Attention decay.” Silence. Anna repeated quietly. “Attention decay.” “Yes,” Adrian said. A pause. “Your ability to sustain coherent observation is degrading under load.”

The look she'd given him the night before—wrecked, wanting, confused—mir-rored his own soul, a silent acknowledgment of the magnetic pull betweenthem, a silent confession of desires they both knew they shouldn't indulge. He couldn't drink that memory away. God knows he'd tried. By the time Alli disappeared into the back room to close out, Johnny was three drinks past reason, elbows heavy on the worn wood of the bar, head bowed in defeat. He didn't hear Layla until she slid onto the stool beside him, the vinyl squeaking beneath her weight, her presence announced by a cloud of perfume—sharp, sugary, sickening in a way he used to crave. It was the smell of cheap thrills and "eeting pleasure, a

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

“I understand. I've had to take on different identities as well. But there's something I'm curious about. How did you get involved in all of this?” Sera takes a sip from her glass, letting out a deep sigh. Her hazel eyes, already displaying signs of intoxication, lower as she begins to speak. "It all began with an obsession—a choice I believed wouldn't carry consequences, if I played my part well until I lost something important. In my attempt to cling to that obsession, I made countless terrible decisions, leading me into this tangled web.” Xavier listens quietly, captivated by natural charm. He looks away, shifting uncomfortably as he swallows. “Loneliness can incite obsession, and obsessi

“If that's the plan, so be it! I can't stoop too low for Danciana and her mother to stop their filthy toes on me. If I'd known this for long, they couldn't have had any access to anything that concerned me. Nevertheless, it's not too late. For you, that said that they will come after me, please ask them to be fast with that. If only the grasses survive the fight, let them have the story!” Damon exclaimed as he was fuming In anger. Mister Floyd cared not to reply. Rather, he took his coffee cup and shaped it. It seemed the coffee was already cold since no vapor could be seen coming out of the cup. That's how he drank it, concentrating fully on the coffee that was inside the cup, as his eyebal

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

And foolish for craving something I can never have. That little obsession of mine ends in disaster.

The alley echoes with breathless moans, the soft thud of hips meeting, the desperation of lovers who can't get enough, who don't want to wait for nightfall anymore. Their obsession has evolved. It's not just about possession now---- it's addiction. Jonas gasped as Rafael's mouth trailed down his neck, biting, not enough to break skin, but enough to claim. The world blurred. The sun was up, people walked nearby, but in that shadowed corner, nothing existed but heat, breath, and obsession. "You always wear this fucking cologne," Rafael muttered against Jonas' jaw, voice thick with hunger. "I smell it on my sheets. On my fingers. Even when you're gone, I feel you there."

**FLASHBACK** Despite knowing Mason Brooks does not feel anything for her, she is hesitant to visit his office because she is still obsessed with him. She planned to visit his office because she had heard about his secretary's absence, which presented an opportunity for her to satisfy her long-standing cravings. She sneaked around until she got to his office's first entrance. Although she did not need to sneak before because she is also a staff member of Mason but not from Ooks group, seeing her here will raise suspicions and rumors. She had almost opened the door when she heard footsteps approaching the office, heels clicking gently on the ground. Her heart shattered as she quickly found a

Are you done cursing at me? Sadie was stunned as she wasn't expecting Isla to have such a small reaction. However, she refused to back down and planted her hands on her hips. She continued, "Of course not! Do you know what everyone has been saying about you? You're the "obsessive pining woman that confessed 99 times"! Can you stop being this shameless? Everyone can tell that Emmett likes me. Why can't you just see that?" Isla was still unperturbed seeing Sadie's shrew-like behavior. She simply shifted her gaze to look behind Sadie and said, "You might want to look behind you before you continue cursing me."