His Obsession

Broken buttons

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LUCIAN

This morning, I woke up and realized three things.

The first thing that hit me was the sheer, blinding intensity of the light. It wasn't the soft, filtered sunlight I was used to. This was a harsh, glaring brightness that felt like it was stabbing directly into my eyeballs. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it out, but the light seemed to seep through my skin, a relentless assault on my senses.

The second thing that came crashing into my consciousness was the agonizing pounding in my head. It wasn't just a dull ache; it was a full-blown symphony of pain, a relentless drumbeat that echoed through my skull, each pulse a fresh wave of agony.

I groaned, a low, guttural sound that escaped my lips before I could stop it, and instinctively reached for my temple, pressing my fingers against the throbbing vein, as if that could somehow stem the tide of pain.

I instinctively reached for my phone, that comforting, familiar rectangle of glass and information, but my hand met only the smooth, cool fabric of the sheets.

I groped around, my fingers tracing the unfamiliar terrain of the bed, searching for the familiar outline of my device, but it was nowhere to be found.

A sudden, sharp tug, and I felt a button give way on the shirt I was wearing-a shirt that definitely wasn't mine. It was an oversized white t-shirt, its fabric soft against my skin and carrying the unmistakable scent of sandalwood and something else, something uniquely... Arius.

I forced my eyes open, the world swimming into focus, a blurry kaleidoscope of shapes and colors. It took a moment for my brain to catch up, to process the scene before me. I wasn't in my own bed, in my own apartment. I was in a room that was both unfamiliar and strangely... intimate.

Where am I? My gaze darted around the room, taking in the minimalist decor, the dark, almost charcoal-colored walls, the luxurious simplicity of the furnishings.

The bed, a simple twin, was absurdly comfortable, the pillows soft and yielding beneath my aching head. Then, the realization hit me like a physical blow: I was in Arius's house. My boss's house.

Fuck me.

I-What happened yesterday night? Oh my God did we fuck oh no. Shit. I don't remember anything. If we didn't fuck, why am I wearing a shirt that smells like him?

Not that I am complaining.

What the actual fuck happened yesterday? Why can't I remember anything? What am I supposed to do now. Oh hell no.

I forced myself out of the bed and searched for my phone. I checked under the pillows, beneath the sheets, in the pockets of the jeans that were crumpled on the floor.

Nothing. I checked every drawer, every corner of the room, but it was gone, vanished into thin air. For fucks sake. Why me?

I checked the entire room and noticed how beautiful it is. It is giving serene vibes, the walls are painted black and the decoration is minimal.

The bed is a twin sized bed with the most softest pillows ever. The room is luxuriously simple.

I checked the bedside table, opened the drawer, and found a note. It said, "The restroom is right beside the walk-in closet, freshen up and meet me downstairs." No doubt it is from my dearest, boss.

Oh no.

I entered the restroom and took a look at myself. I am ruined. My hair are a disheveled mess, and my eyes look like the raccoon's eye. My face is pale. So pale. What happened last night?

I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to shock myself awake, and found a new spare brush in one of the drawers.

I brushed my teeth, trying to erase the lingering taste of... alcohol. I combed my hair, attempting to tame the unruly mess, but it was a losing battle.

I look better now. Not representable, but also not the worst. I gave myself a little pep talk, and now we are good to go.

The stairs are so elegant. I did come here once but didn't have the time to notice the details, the beauty.

His house is so beautiful.

As I took my last step downstairs, I came face to face with none other than Arius, my boss.

"Good m-" he stopped midway and looked me up and down, twice. And I did the same. He looks as majestic as ever on his button-down white shirt with black slacks and a beige trench.

"Good morning, Lucian," he finally addressed. "I am so sorry, sir," I murmured, not looking him in the eyes.

"It's Arius, when we are alone. And, there is no need for you to be sorry. If anything, you are the sweetest when you are drunk."

I blush, knowing he is anything but right here.

He points at my shirt-his shirt. "The button-it broke." I look down and realize that he can see my cleavage from here.

Oh.

"I- Uh- I will stitch it up, wash it and give it back to you, don't worry," I stutter. Fucking stutter.

"No, it's okay, you can keep it. You look good in my clothes," he says and looks away.

Red color crept onto his cheek, he is blushing. Oh my god. He is blushing. He is so cute.

He is my boss. And future husband.

Shut up.

But he is my future husband, isn't he? Even though it's fake husband but sure.

"Take a seat, Lucian."

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QOTD: What is that one memory that is engraved in your head till now?

I know I abandoned you guys, and I am so sorry y'all. I have my finals and if I fail this time, there is no going forward. Let us pray that I pass.

Until then,

bye.
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