Lethaly Obsessed | Dark Romance

Freedom?

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Victor's gaze drifted to Aurora's attire, and a subtle smile spread across his face. His eyes lingered, drinking in the sight of her wearing his clothes. The oversized t-shirt and shorts, once mundane, now held a new significance.

A faint gleam in his eye betrayed a sense of ownership, of possession. His satisfaction wasn't just about the clothes themselves but about the symbolism they represented.

Aurora, sensing his gaze, felt a shiver run down her spine. She instinctively crossed her arms, as if shielding herself from his scrutiny."You look...different," Victor said, his voice low and husky. "I like it."

Aurora's heart sank. She knew that tone, that look. It was the same one he used when he claimed her as his own just by words"I-I just didn't have anything else to wear," she stammered, attempting to deflect his attention.

Victor's smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You don't need anything else. You're perfect just the way you are and mine"The words sent a chill down Aurora's spine. Perfect? No, she wasn't perfect. She was trapped.

Aurora's lips curved into a cautious smile, a calculated move to disarm Victor's suspicions. "T-thank you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"For liking my outfit, I-I suppose," she added, forcing a playful tone, but her words trembled slightly.Victor's eyes sparkled, his expression softening. "Among other things," he murmured, his gaze drifting over her face.

Aurora's skin crawled, but she maintained her facade. "I-I'm glad you approve," she said, taking a step closer, her heart racing.Victor's eyes locked onto hers, searching for any hint of deception. But Aurora's mask held firm.

"You're learning," he whispered, his voice dripping with approval. "You're learning to appreciate the little things."
Aurora's smile faltered for an instant before she recovered. "I-I'll try," she stammered, her voice cracking.

Victor's face leaned in, his breath caressing her ear. "I know you will," he whispered.Aurora's stomach twisted into knots, but she stood frozen, trapped in her beautiful cage.

Victor's eyebrows shot up, intrigued by Aurora's sudden change in behavior. He played along, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "You're mine, you know that, right?" he whispered huskily.

Aurora's eyes darted outside, avoiding his intense gaze. His jaw clenched, demanding a response.

"Hmm?" Victor hummed, his patience wearing thin.Tears welled up in Aurora's eyes, but she forced a flattering, fake smile. Victor saw through it, yet he craved her submission.

"Y-yes," she stammered, her voice barely audible.Victor's dominance took over, his impatience growing. "Yes, what?" he pressed, his face inches from hers.Aurora's skin crawled as his eyes darkened. She feared witnessing this side of him.

"I-I'm y-yours," she stammered, her chin wobbling. A crystal tear escaped, rolling down her cheek.Victor's gaze locked onto the tear, his expression softening. For a moment, Aurora saw a glimmer of empathy.

"But you're not convinced, are you?" Victor whispered, his voice laced with a hint of sadness or fake sadness.Aurora's heart skipped a beat. Did he see through her act?

"N-no," Aurora stammered hastily, her expression transforming into panic. Her eyes widened, and her voice trembled like a child's.

"I'm m-missing m-mom and d-dad... t-that's why I'm sad," she stuttered, her words tumbling out in a desperate bid to deflect Victor's scrutiny.

Victor's gaze narrowed, his eyes searching for any hint of deception. For a moment, he seemed to waver, his expression softening."Aurora," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of gentleness. "I can take care of you. You don't need them."