𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧✔️

Chapter 18: Paradox

Aary's Pov

The night was calm.
The moon hung quietly in the sky, filling the room with soft silver light. A gentle breeze moved the leaves outside, creating a soothing rhythm. I had never felt this peaceful before. And yet, I was incredibly happy.

All because of the girl sleeping in my arms.

I looked down at her. My Precious was curled against my chest, fast asleep, looking so calm it almost hurt. The moonlight touched her face gently, making her look unreal, like she didn't belong to this world. Her eyelashes rested softly against her cheeks. Her lips-usually full of laughter, pouts, and endless talks-were now quiet and relaxed.

Her hair spilled over my shoulder, and she held onto my shirt tightly, like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, and she shifted slightly, moving closer. I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, holding her just a little tighter.

Today was a big step for us.

I've always been good at reading people. Expressions, body language, hidden intentions-it comes naturally to me. It helps me stay in control. But with her, none of it works. She's different.

She isn't hiding anything. She's just... layered. Deep in a way I'm not used to. Understanding her feels like trying to read a book written in a language I don't know yet. Every time I think I understand her, she surprises me again.

And instead of frustrating me, it pulls me in even more.

I tried to understand her in every way I could. Even through the books she reads. I read everything she owns-every genre, every highlighted line. Through those pages, I saw pieces of her heart, her fears, her dreams. I even reread books I never thought I would, just to imagine how she might feel reading them.

And somewhere along the way, I fell deeper.

She's a strange mix of light and darkness. Sunshine and shadows. Soft yet intense. Her heart wants love-warmth, care, safety. But there's another side of her too, one that craves passion and depth. She hides it from the world, but not from herself. And not from me.

I see it in the way her eyes change when she thinks no one is watching. In the quiet moments when she lets her guard down. She may not have lived those fantasies yet, but she understands them deeply.

And the truth is-I want the same things.

I want to know every part of her. Be the one she trusts with her light and her darkness. I want to give her everything she dreams of-care, passion, protection, devotion. Even love.

I remembered her confession from earlier-half asleep, soft and honest. She said she was falling in love with me. And nothing has ever made me feel more satisfied than hearing that.

I've never believed much in love. To me, love always felt weak, temporary. It often seems passive and fleeting. I always thought of it being shallow. It's filled with compromise and sacrifice, both of which I hate. I don't do sacrifices. I take what I want. That's why, obsession, it's all-consuming, and that intensity is what makes life worth living. It's what fuels your desire, your passion, and your determination to have what you want, no matter the cost. I like to feel things deeply, not shallow. I like to delve in them and see them be part of me. Just like I want to see my Precious, to bury herself in all of me until I am filled with her. I want her to be part of me. I want her to feel what I feel, how I feel.