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Seraphina sighed, clearly torn, but she didn’t press him further. The servant, who had been standing quietly, spoke up. “Sir, shall I hang the painting in your room?” Sebastian shot a glance at the painting and quickly responded, “No! It’s too gruesome.” Alessia Swift gave him the most scary present possible. Carter, looking at the painting with curiosity, asked, “Who is the painter, Sebastian?” Sebastian shrugged, his gaze lingering on the painting. “I don’t know.” “I will check,” Seraphina said after knowing the name of the painting. After a moment of searching, she looked up, her eyebrows raised. “It’s someone by the name C.T. Heart.”

" I don't care what you and your idiotic friends do, I want no part in it " " you are so f****** boring," Sebastian said rolling his eyes at his brother. " this is going to be fun, I promise. and even if we don't manage to get out, I heard some of the female staff are hanging by the walls today. we could have fun with them "

He yelled. "It's Leslie, and it's important." "How important, on a scale from...1 to 10." Jesus, was he really doing this? He was like a five year old. "Dammit, just open the door." I hissed. After a few short moments, the door opened slightly, and Sebastian stood in between the gap from the door to the wall so I couldn't see inside his room. He was more casual than his brother, with a Black Sabbath T-shirt on, even though I recognized Led Zeppelin playing in the background. His sweats were ripped on the sides, leading me to think that he was planning to sleep in the whole day.

Owen offered introductions, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, “and Seb, the keyboardist.” Seb was a pretty brunette man with stunning hazel eyes fringed with eyelashes she only achieved with magnetic falsies, the sort of almost androgynous good looks that underwear companies seemed to prefer for their models, and Sebastian was high-school footballer handsome, square jawed, clean shaven, with a grin enhanced by good orthodontics.

Owen offered introductions, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, “and Seb, the keyboardist.” Seb was a pretty brunette man with stunning hazel eyes fringed with eyelashes she only achieved with magnetic falsies, the sort of almost androgynous good looks that underwear companies seemed to prefer for their models, and Sebastian was high-school footballer handsome, square jawed, clean shaven, with a grin enhanced by good orthodontics.

My hands froze right after opening the third button of his shirt. When the sun would go up and the effects of the liquor would vanish, Sebastian won't be the same anymore. He'd put his same mask on, and get set on his mission to make me loathe him at any cost. He'd not show me this smile anymore, he'd not behave like this anymore, he'd simply not be the same person anymore instead he'd pretend to be the Sebastian who was a living nightmare for me and only intended to show me the worst.

But even as I drifted off, his image lingered in my mind, a shadow I couldn’t escape. Sebastian D'Angelo . Mysterious, handsome, and completely out of reach. Yet, in the quiet darkness of my room, I couldn’t help but wonder – what if? Dear Readers, If you’re enjoying Sebastian's Obsession, your support means the world to me. Every like, comment, and share motivates me to keep creating. Thank you for being a part of this journey. Stay tuned for more twists and turns, and I hope you continue to love the story!

Another gift from Sebastian that also came with a letter. Dear Irina, I don’t like the fact that you still have that human in your home but I’m willing to spare his life for your sake. My patience is very thin, though. In the box, you’ll find a little toy to keep you company before my next visit. Who knew human sold plastic dicks? I opened the package and sure enough, there was pink dildo inside it. I spent the rest of the night doing exactly what Sebastian had asked me to do. Keeping myself company till his next visit. The guilt of doing what I was doing died out the moment I brought myself to climax with the little toy

Sebastian harshly slapped Anita's butt, increasing the pace of his violent thrusts once again. ... The satisfied Sebastian pulled out his Willy from the woman who was almost dead and let his seeds spill on her stomach. Then he rose, stretching his body. "I have to acknowledge, your c*nt is the best I've ever f*cked. Too bad, I'm not allowed to f*ck you to death," he sighed before stooping to pick up the plate of berries. "I'll take this. You clearly have no way to eat them," he then walked away in the direction he'd come from.

"A message to Valen that his reign is crumbling, piece by piece." Sebastian Draven, Valen’s older brother, sat in his luxurious penthouse, the city’s glittering skyline stretching before him. he's handsome with a chiseled face and high cheekbones, a strong, angular jawline, and a thin scar running from his left temple to just above his cheek, a reminder of past conflicts. His ash-gray eyes were cold and calculating, framed by thick, dark brows that gave him a perpetually intense expression. His straight nose and thin lips added to his stern demeanor, while his neatly combed jet-black hair, streaked with faint silver, highlighted his sharp features. With his tall, broad-shouldered frame and c