𝐼𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦: 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛; 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦.
In this mystifying tale, Nora Adette Seong finds herself in a strange predicament where she is heavily distraught because of a man that will inevitably cause he...
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A/N: This is how imagine Lorenzo's physique, but just with much more tattoos and messy brown curly/wavy hair.
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THE first time I layed my menacing, stained eyes upon my heavenly love; I had realized that I never held the chance to resist the absolute urge to whisk her away from the world, coddle her from the viciousness of the world.
I had never realized, for a fleeting moment that I could every experience something so unbridled, and pure for someone.
I never even fathomed that I was truly capable of heeding to something that did not provide me any merit— It never occurred to me that I would be able to feel my heart quicken at an ungodly rate, merely at the sight of literal paradise on earth.
The moment I knew that my miracle existed, how couldn't I have fallen so deeply in love to the point where every single waking moment— I spent it all, thinking of her; dreaming of her.
She smiled, and it made my chest hurt.
She laughed, and it felt as if the whole world's pressure came to crush me.
The first time I saw her smile, at that Cafè— It was clear to me that I wanted to see it every single day, for the rest of my life.
Whether it was when I woke up in the morning, continuing my monotonous day spent with bloodshed and annoyance— brightening up instantly with only just a slight grin, gracing her angelic face.
I yearned for her smile, her touch. Just a glance, and my greed would dissipate along with any callousness residing in me— as she deserves only the very best and nothing else. The ache in my entire being, the purpose of being hers would be fulfilled if she will have me.
I want to spend my entire lifetime loving her, cherishing her. I didn't couldn't give two fucks for anything in this world besides her. Although she has not grasped this, I am wrapped around her delicate fingers— there isn't a limit that I wouldn't cross for her, there isn't anything that I wouldn't do for her.
I could writes novels about her, countless ones of how she possessed a beauty that is far more than just simply skin deep— but rather it flows effortlessly throughout her body reflecting through her soft yet assertive words that could sway anyone.
This was my thoughts, when I had the chance to ponder about what she was doing; my love that was gradually teetering towards obsession. It was inevitable that this love would be what would irrevocably consume me, yet I am happy to be drifted away.
Love, intertwined with obsession.
I knew that two souls were not mistakenly aligned together, but rather this was what my existence was hear for and I am so incredibly impatient for my soul to be completed with hers.
