Romans & histoires Obsession Falls

Desire had become treason, and every step I took, every sip I swallowed, reminded me that I was falling further. My phone buzzed. Marcus again. Another minor issue—a financial discrepancy that should have been minor, but in the delicate balance of Edward’s empire, even the smallest fracture could widen into a canyon. I clenched my fists around the device, feeling the tension coil in my chest. My mind screamed at me to fix it, to act, to maintain control. But the image of Selene haunted me, and I realized something terrifying: obsession had begun to dictate my decisions. Mistakes, distractions, and desire were intertwining in ways I could not yet control.

"Noon. My office." Marcus's office at noon has the quality it had the first time I came here, the top floor and the floor-to-ceiling windows and the city spread out below in the way that says this belongs to me, and Marcus is seated this time, which is different, the authority established through stillness rather than positioning. He slides a script across the desk before I sit down. I sit down. I pick it up. The project is called Obsession, which is the kind of title that tells you something about the project's intentions. I flip to the character breakdown.

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.

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.

As she approaches her next lecture room, a scent she had never smelled before hits her, making Opal stand and pace restlessly inside her head. Isadora freezes at the door, her eyes staring at the floor and his shiny black business shoes, moving up his dress-pant-covered legs, over his tight arse, up his sculptured back, his muscles mesmerising as they moved under his sleek black shirt as he wrote on the whiteboard.

Emma stood under the hot shower but nothing was relaxing her body, the embarrassment she felt made her sad, she cursed herself for being so weak. “Why everything bad happens to me God?” She complained while resting her forehead on the cold tiles, she cried sadly while remebering the way Martha insulted her and accused her. She closed her eyes painfully and just then a blow of cold air felt at her back, as she turned and saw Jacob entering the bathroom. She turned her face away from him feeling angry and embarrassed at the same time. Jacob shook his head and sighed helplessly looking at her reaction.

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.

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

“And then I saw your pain. Everything you were going through… it broke me to see you suffer. I didn’t know what to do with it. All I could think about was… helping you. Just… being there. That was all I wanted.” “And then…? She asked to fill the silence that followed. Her voice was tentative, almost fearful of the answer. He chuckled, a bitter, self-deprecating sound. “I started falling for you, and that’s the mess of it, Tess. I… I thought if I drew Raymond’s attention… if I made him jealous, he’d see what he was missing and come back to you. That’s what guys do, right? But…” He shook his head slowly, voice trailing. “But I fell first. “I didn’t know what I was feeling, not at first. I… I t