Chaotic Obsession
The simple word, typed in stark white against the black screen, held a universe of pain, a lifetime of self-doubt.
"You've got me messed up in ways I don't even have names for."
Before she could fully process the weight of that confession, another message arrived, each word a hammer blow to her carefully constructed defenses,threat-ening to shatter them completely.
Johnny:
"When you talk to someone else, I feel it in my teeth."
Jealousy, raw and possessive, dripped from the words, a primal instinct laid bare. "When you smile at someone else, I lose my damn mind."
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