𝗛𝗢𝗧 | 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸 || 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗪

𝘽𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜

In the shadows, hidden from view, I lurked, my eyes fixed on my target with unwavering intensity.

I had become consumed by my obsession, my desire to possess them growing stronger with each passing day.

As I watched Hope interact with their bodyguard and their friend, a surge of jealousy coursed through me.

How dare they encroach upon what was rightfully mine?

I had been the one to discover them, to recognize their talent, to shower them with adoration from afar. And yet, here they were, daring to intrude upon my territory.

But beneath the jealousy burned a twisted sense of longing, a desperate desire to be near them, to touch them, to make them mine.

I yearned for the day when I could finally claim them when they would realize that they belonged to me and me alone.

As Hope and their companions made plans for a reality show appearance, my mind raced with possibilities.

This could be my chance to get closer to them, to show them how much they meant to me, to prove that I was the only one who truly understood them.

But lurking beneath the surface, beneath the facade of adoration, lay a darker truth. For my obsession was not born out of love, but out of a t

wisted sense of entitlement. I believed that Hope belonged to me, that they were mine to control, mine to possess.

And as I watched them from the shadows, my grip on reality began to slip, my fantasies growing darker and more dangerous by the day.

For in my mind, there was only one way to make them mine forever, and I would stop at nothing to achieve my goal.

As Hope and their companions prepared for their reality show appearance, my plans began to take shape. I would be there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to make my move.

And when the time was right, Hope would finally realize the depth of my obsession, and there would be no turning back.