His Untraceable Obsession 소설 & 이야기

I almost cried in disbelief. “I told you—we can’t really escape each other.” He stepped forward. “It doesn’t matter that you are on the other side of this world or another. I am going to find you and I am going to love you—with the same obsession since the day we met.” “What are you going to do?” “For one… this.”

, came the voice of the officer on the other end, “we’ve finally gotten the truth from Collin. He confessed to stalking Kyle for weeks now — said he was obsessed with him. We’re moving the case forward.” I stopped by the curb, the evening breeze brushing against my face. A slow smirk curved my lips. “Good,” I said quietly. “You’ve done a great job.”

Desire had become treason, and every step I took, every sip I swallowed, reminded me that I was falling further. My phone buzzed. Marcus again. Another minor issue—a financial discrepancy that should have been minor, but in the delicate balance of Edward’s empire, even the smallest fracture could widen into a canyon. I clenched my fists around the device, feeling the tension coil in my chest. My mind screamed at me to fix it, to act, to maintain control. But the image of Selene haunted me, and I realized something terrifying: obsession had begun to dictate my decisions. Mistakes, distractions, and desire were intertwining in ways I could not yet control.

Mark had not been able to pinpoint the exact moment it began, this unsettling obsession with Teresa that was corroding his entire being. The constantly staring, the noticing, the almost strategic tracking of her every movement. Perhaps the obsession had truly ignited when he stumbled upon that discreetly recorded footage, and decided to keep a copy for himself, such a private moment where she had dared to moan his name, while her hand was forming a secret caress between her legs, right there in his office chair.

Because they can, they don't like people having peace of mind. He stood abruptly, his movement sharp and unsteady. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. Whatever this is, it will end right now!. " Promise me," that this won't destroy us. He looked up, something uncertain flickering behind his calm." I'll try," he said. When we reached the table, his hand found mine. It wasn't steady — cold, foreign. I knew deep down that what connected us then wasn't love, but fear. Fear of the unknown.

Damien said slowly, "not seven years. We only started chasing him yesterday. We spent seven years thinking she was dead this is barely a day old and he's already this far ahead of us." "That's what worries me," Hale said. "If this is what one day of him being careless looks like, I don't know yet what a week of him deciding to stop being careless looks like." "There's one more thing," Hale said, and something in his tone made both of them look up sharply. "A man like this doesn't get to that position without enemies. Serious ones. People who've been waiting years for exactly this kind of weakness to show the woman he's obsessed with getting loose, dragging attention toward him that his whole

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

Liam Obsession has its own smell. For me, it smelled like gasoline, heated leather, midnight, and the rush of tires in the rain. I spent the entire night tracking footprints that a small body had left behind; I scoured neighborhood camera footage, dug through pedestrian entry records, asked the security guards to review access logs from the past four days. Every screen that flickered returned the same emptiness: no clear trace, no lead that could take me to her.

The fracture beyond reality shifted again. The eye did not blink this time. It waited. Then the voice spoke. And the temperature of existence seemed to drop. “It was not destroyed.” Emma felt a chill. “…Then what happened?” A pause. Then: “It became untraceable.” Silence shattered. Emma’s awareness tightened violently. “…Untraceable how?” The Interferer answered softly. “It no longer existed within definable structure.” Ethan’s voice lowered. “…It escaped reality.” The Observer confirmed.

Yuri worked through it methodically the way he always did, and I watched him grow more frustrated as the morning wore on, his usual quiet efficiency giving way to something closer to irritation. “It’s international,” he said finally, sitting back from his screen. “Routed through at least three different relays before it even touched a domestic line. Whoever made this call knew exactly how to make themselves untraceable. This isn’t amateur work, Nikolai. This is someone who’s done this before, someone with real resources behind them.” He rubbed a hand over his face, the exhaustion showing through more than usual. “I’ve traced burner numbers before. Sloppy ones, careful ones, everything in bet