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, 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. 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's 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's perfect just for me, so she'll 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'll 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 toward me, the sun beaming against her delicate features, so soft that everything else fades into the background. My vision remains solely on her, never leaving her. 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—I'll have her very, very soon.
Her hips sway as she walks out of the coffee shop, coffee in hand, singing a tune in her mind. I follow closely behind, becoming one with the shadows that surround me—shadows that seem to fade in her light, a light that shines brightly in the night.
