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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.

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

Where the book was to end would have left a strand of loose ends, kind of like my typical bonuses for those familiar, and that doesn't sit right with me—I mean, isn’t it sexy when powerful men grovel for their obsessions once a few things click into place? So, as frustrating as this is, it’s where I’m at. I’m sorry for the abruptness. Possible questions. Will you ‘really’ come back to finish the book? I would LOVE to finish act 3. I looove ‘yandere’ (obsessive) MLs, but I am not in the correct headspace for this 'kind' of book right now.

Hunter quickly said before he lowered his eyes and focused on the folders again. I rolled my eyes in the air. 'Who's asking?' I turned my back and closed the door behind before going to the library. As expected, everything's neatly arranged. Ezekiel hates it when his place has dirt. Mainly the reason why there are a lot of maids here and serving him. I tried to pick out a book to read, but I can't understand any of it. They are all about business and history, something I am clearly not interested in. I was about to just sit on the couch when something caught my attention.

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.

It landed on a table and right of the table is where James is sitting. This is a mess. This shouldn't be happening. He is standing and walking towards my direction. I'm confused as f*ck if I should run or pretend to be checking a book on a shelf or I should probably disappear from the surface of the earth if I have such magical power. He stopped right in front of me and my attention was back on my system. The title of my chapter. “The forbidden obsession” is clearly showing and I try my best to wipe it off but it didn't. This should be the biggest mistake of the century.

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.