𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒' 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐆 | 𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘵𝘥 𝘹 𝘔.𝘺/𝘯 |

(37) Obsessed.

୨⎯ " ʝҽɾσɱҽ'ʂ ΡσƲ " ⎯୧

Callisto's amusement faded as the doors boomed open, announcing the arrival of Duke Floyen and Duke Heylon.

Every head turned, whispers rippling through the crowd like a summer breeze.

I couldn't help but furrow my brow, my curiosity piqued at the potential meeting between those two titans and the Crown Prince.

And of course, it tore (Y/N)'s attention away.

Effortlessy, as always.

Annoyingly so.

I muttered a few words to Simon, my brother, who stood beside me nursing a glass of wine.

The usual topics of politics and gossip held little appeal tonight.

Instead, my eyes darted between the Dukes, Callisto, and (Y/N).

I was the outcast in his life.

The pest he couldn't bear to look at or even bother to step on.

(Y/N).

He was the perfect picture of nobility, the kind that made you want to gag on your own tongue.

From impeccable grades at the academy to his flawless manners, he embodied everything I wasn't.

Truth be told, (Y/N) and I never clicked.

He possessed an aura of cool detachment, like a polished statue.

Back at the academy, he barely acknowledged my existence.

His indifference cut deeper than any insult.

Yet, he commanded attention effortlessly.

Boys yearned to be him, girls swooned in his presence.

Simon, bless his annoyingly charming self, cracked through (Y/N)'s icy exterior with surprising ease.

Me?

I struggled to even hold a proper conservation with him.

Every time I mustered the courage to speak, (Y/N) would regard me with those icy, indifferent eyes, as though I was nothing more than a mere inconvenience in his perfect world.

It was like staring into the abyss, a void of emotion that chilled me to the bone.

Those fleeting moments fueled my initial dislike.

It morphed, festered, into something darker - a consuming hatred.

He was everything I admired, everything I could never be.

I loathed the fact I couldn't even stand to be a rival to him.

A loathing so intense it bordered on obsession.

For years, it simmered, this loathing for him.

Then, somewhere along the line, it mutated into something...unhealthy, an obsession bordering on mania.