A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood
He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled.
Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one.
“Cannot breathe, huh?”
The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either.
“Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself.
“Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”
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