Kenzo's 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 with Soraya isn't just love it's a fixation that consumes him, twisting his every thought until she's the center of his world. No matter how far she runs or how hard she tries to escape, he's always there watching, waiting...
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✧*̥˚ "I will haunt you, and consume every part of your life until you realize you can't live without me."*̥˚✧ -unknown
I needed her.
I craved her. Every step she took, I followed; every breath she drew, I inhaled. She was everything I desired, everything I craved, everything I ever wanted. I was going to have her... whether she liked it or not.
I watched her from afar, mesmerized by the way her curls bounced effortlessly in the wind, and how her skin glistened in the morning sun, casting a beautiful glow on her deep bronze complexion. She was stunning from head to toe, her curvy body hugged by the tight dress she wore and the sandals adorning her delicate feet. Every step she took seemed to slow time, drawing all the air from my lungs. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her; she was captivating, like a light in a dark room. I was helpless in her presence.
She's mine, but she doesn't know it yet. I'll protect her from all evil, but one evil she can't run from is me. I know she will love me because I can protect her, cherish her like no one else, and love her as she deserves. She is perfect for me—innocent, everything I need. For years, a piece of my heart was missing, and that last piece is her, and it will always be her.
My hands itch with the desire to touch her, to feel her skin against my fingers. Each passing day becomes more agonizing without her, but it will be only a matter of time before she is fully mine.
She is someone I need to have. I want to taint her so that she is perfect just for me, that she will never crave another man but me. My love for her is so intense it hurts. She will be perfect in my home, like a doll waiting to be played with, but I'll cherish her until the day I take my last breath. I love her even in death.
I only need her, and she only needs me. We were meant to be—I can feel it. She was made just for me. Every bone in my body shakes with the intensity of this declaration. It is fate, and fate never lies.
I clutch my hood closer to my face as she turns towards me, the sun beaming against her delicate face, her features so soft that everything else fades into the background. My vision remains solely on her, never leaving her once. Soon, my existence will emerge from the shadows, standing in her light, right beside her, worshipping her the way she deserves.
She walks into her favorite coffee shop, ordering her signature iced coffee with extra caramel and whipped cream. I watch as she smiles at the cashier—her smile meant only for me, no one else. My body shakes with anger as she interacts with him, his face turning cherry red in embarrassment as his hand brushes against her arm. I want to run in and sever the finger that dared to touch what's mine, but I remind myself that I'll have her very, very soon.
Her hips sway as she walks out of the coffee shop, her coffee in hand as she sings a tune in her mind. I follow closely behind, becoming one with the shadows that surround me, shadows that seem to fade away in her light—a light that shines brightly in the night.
We arrive at my favorite spot—her home—a place where I get to see all of her. Her innocence will soon be mine, and I'll have all of her: in my home, in my arms, and in my bed. She won't need anyone else because she's already mine; she just doesn't know it yet.
She enters her place. I lurk in the background, watching her go through her daily routine: putting her keys in the bowl, petting her cat, kicking off her shoes, and then heading to the living room. I am now a part of every aspect of her life, whether she knows it or not. Every detail about her life reflects how close I am to her—her space, her moments, her world. I will have it, I will own it, I will worship it.
The way she ties up her hair, exposing her features just right; the way her clothes hug her body—my hands itch to run over every inch of her delicate frame, through her hair, down her curves. I want it all, and I will have it all. I'll own it.
I watch as she becomes sleepier with each passing minute. She grabs the remote, turning off the TV before heading to her room. She slides off her dress, her curves on full display for my eyes only. My eyes will worship her, and my hands will claim her in every way possible. She slides under the duvet, curling up into a ball before closing her eyes.
I wait a few moments before heading to her front door, tugging on it to see if it's locked. It is. I grab my pick, twisting and turning until the door clicks open. I'm instantly engulfed by her scent. My eyes nearly roll back from the caramel and marshmallow fragrance that could send any man to cloud nine.
I take slow, gentle steps into her home, taking in everything before heading to the living room. Everything is well-organized and neat. My hand runs across her furniture, caressing every bump and curve. I take deep breaths, inhaling her addictive scent that lingers in the room. I look down at the fluffy rug leading down the hall and follow it slowly. Each step gets me closer to her room, and the soft creaking of the wood echoes. The feeling of excitement consuming my body like a drug I wouldn't mind getting addicted to if it was hers. As I get closer, her scent grows stronger, my breathing becoming more ragged the closer I get to her intoxicating scent, a scent that wraps around me like a blanket I never want to take off.
My hand gently grabs the handle, electricity coursing through my body like a wave as I turn the knob until it clicks open. I'm greeted by her sleeping form, her curls falling against her face, her mouth slightly open, and her heavy breathing audible throughout the room. I walk to her bedside, looking down at her. This is the closest I've ever been, and now I never want to leave. Her presence is like a magnet that seems to never let go.
The moon cast a glowing hue against her chocolate skin, my body shook with anticipation and desperation of claiming her as mine. Owning her, having her, and worshipping her.
I brush a small curly ringlet from her face, my fingers slightly brushing against her cheek, sending a jolt of excitement and satisfaction through my body. She's mine. I'm so close, I almost have her, but she doesn't realize she already has me and will only have me.
I open her dressers, slowly examining her clothes. I lift some to smell her lingering scent on them, feeling a surge of need and desperation. I open another drawer and nearly groan when I find her panties. They are neatly organized and displayed in an array of colors. I grab a red lacy thong, bringing it close to my nose before taking a deep inhale. My eyes roll back from the euphoria. I want to be fully consumed by her scent forever, never leaving this euphoric state of Soraya.
I shove the panties into my pocket before facing her again. She looks so delicate, sleeping like this—without a worry on her mind. A peaceful life I want to invade and completely consume. I want to become her new drug, her new obsession. I want her to love me the way I love her. Not like she has much of a choice.
I'll show her that I'm a good man, that I'm kind and gentle, and I'll present myself as the perfect gentleman she'll never be able to deny. It's easy to play the role of a kind man. She won't see through my carefully crafted façade. She'll be too hooked by my charm, my looks, my aura, to truly see what lurks deep within me—a demon begging to be unleashed. But she's not ready for that yet. By the time she realizes the truth, it will already be too late. She'll already be mine—mine to have, to take. She'll be too deep in my world to ever leave, and she'll have no choice but to succumb to the reality of who I truly am: a devil who lurks in the shadows, unseen, only revealed in the light of the woman he loves.
In the end, she will realize that there is no escape from the devil himself. I'm the shadow that will forever cling to her, consuming her light until she becomes my shadow. She'll love me... whether she likes it or not. She's mine. I love you, Soraya—only you.
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* "Once I'd seen her, it was as if her name was carved into my bones, a promise no one else could hear."*
