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His voice cracked with insanity, the madness threatening to consume him entirely. The room was charged with a tension so thick it felt as if the walls might collapse. The struggle between obsession, frustration, and an overwhelming need for control was about to reach its breaking point.

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

“I’m with Asher. Who are you? And what the hell are you doing in his apartment?” Her expression twisted into something manic, her lips curling in fury. “What?! He can’t be with anyone! We’re supposed to be making love tonight! I set up the mood!” I felt my stomach drop. This wasn’t just obsession. This was madness—unfiltered, dangerous madness. I had read about people like her in books, but seeing it in real life? The realization sent a fresh wave of unease through me. Asher suddenly stepped forward, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His voice, usually calm, trembled with suppressed frustration.

And it beats me the reason for that. It's the first time it happened since Marcus came back into my life. He shouldn't see me like this. I'm avoiding this to happen in front of him. But fate always surprises us. It's not that I am addicted to these drugs. They are not my addiction but my obsession, that obsession that let me go through each haunting day and night, and it's been a while since my anxiety attacked. I could feel Marcus rub circles on my back while he said sweet nothing in my ear.

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.

He ordered and right now obedience was my second name. The floor was cold against my palms. My back arched without my permission, my body fighting itself. “You drive me fucking crazy, Maddison…” How the hell can a man sound this dark and still have you hooked like a drug? “You break rules without thinking.” “I… I don’t know how not to,” She whispered.

I went quiet. The guilt was eating me alive. I thought masturbating would get him out of my head .I thought I would finally be set free. That I would stop thinking about him every second. But it only made it worse. I missed him even more. I just stared at my phone, his last message still glowing on the screen. Then I made up my mind. I was going to see Alex. He'd already sent the address. That old warehouse on the edge of town. Past the last bus stop, where the streets stop being busy.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

But there was still no response from the so called boss…I'll do anything. The mysterious man finally spoke…"You should have thought about that before you disobeyed me." "Sir, please!” the man begged as I covered my ears…I heard the slight crack of a gun ready to fire "Please!" the man begged again…then I heard a loud gunshot as I felt my heart almost jump out of my skin… then another silence followed as I slowly lowered my hands... "What..." I couldn't finish even finish the sentence then I heard the boss’ voice again…"Clean this up."

THE KING'S DARK OBSESSION What is it like when a bored yet malicious soul finds something new to feed on? Catastrophic. A powerful one could have the vision of conquering something. It could either be a kingdom to rule on. A thing to add to their possessions. Or a person to prey on. A single blow against them either had them rattling down on the floor or prowling for their enemies with intensity and madness that was never seen in them before. Is it the pride that was hurt?