Novel & Cerita Ink Obsession

Constantly staring at the phone, I awaited any further news of Demetrius' whereabouts. Everything around me seemed more high def, as if my senses had been heightened, the unceasing tick of the clock continuously pestered me, warning me that time was not on my side. I stared helplessly at the loose thread on my top, the fabric was thin and each time I pulled on the thread contributed to the hole threatening to form. It reminded me of hope, the hole was a black hole engulfing the little faith I had left. Too consumed in my own thoughts, I didn't notice two men barge into the house.

She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her. Cassie stared at the folder with a scowl, but her face beamed at the comments. She held her phone and deleted the data right in my face. “Poppy, save your idiot’s guide to yourself. It’s not for me. “Watch and learn. I’ll have Camden under my spell. He’ll be smitten with me, even if all I do is talk about SpongeBob SquarePants.” Not the least bit upset, I smiled brightly. “Good luck to you.

Blackthorne Manor. Marcus led me inside. The entrance hall was huge, with a ceiling lost in shadows. The air smelled of old stone, pine, and something else something wild and musky. And it was full of wolves. Not in their fur, but in their eyes. Thirty or forty beautifully dressed men and women stood in small groups, holding crystal glasses. I recognized a famous tech CEO, a media owner, a celebrity surgeon. But here, they were something else. Their movements were too smooth. Their eyes tracked me as I entered, and every conversation died.

This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.

The door opens silently beneath my hand, and I step inside the office without announcing myself. The space smells like him, it speaks of sleepless nights and obsession. Papers are scattered across every surface, maps marked with red circles and lines connecting dots I can't begin to understand. Screens glow with what looks like surveillance footage, grainy images of faces I don't recognize. This isn't just work. It’s consuming him from the inside out, has been eating away at him while I've been gone.

“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.

And every second that passes makes my blood boil. I can’t get Reeve out of my head. The sensation of his skin, too smooth beneath my fingers, and the faint trace of his scent haunt me again. It feels wrong, completely wrong, but I can’t deny that I— “Get it together, Alaric! Why are you letting that filthy bastard touch what’s ours?” Orin snarls in the hollow of my mind, his voice filled with an unreasonable hunger. Orin’s claws seem to rake against the walls of my consciousness, demanding to be unleashed so he can tear that lab door apart once again.

But it penetrated that person's cavernous gaze ,who was still standing at a far distance from her, but now his feets had started making their way on their own towards her, towards his insanity's sanity. Inessa , who had her eyes closed by now felt a gloomy silence to wash over her entire surrounding ,as people who were whispering murmuring talking had became completely quiet, like her entire surrounding got deprived of every sensation and movement and the only thing which could be heard was a loud and thudding sound of shoes tackling on the wooden floor, which started getting more closer to her.

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.