In a world where love teeters on the edge of obsession, she clings to the man who has wounded her time and again. Her heart, bound by a love so fierce it consumes her, refuses to let go, even as he repeatedly falters. But beneath her unwavering devo...
It had been a few more weeks since their last fight, and things had gotten worse, not better. Keyan's obsession with Sanna grew deeper by the day, his need to control her movements suffocating, even when he didn't realize it. At first, Sanna tried to brush it off, convincing herself that this was just how he loved her intensely, possessively. But now, the weight of his constant surveillance and the emotional whiplash of their fights was breaking her from the inside out.
She found herself trapped between wanting to leave and not being able to. The worst part? There were moments when, despite everything, she still wanted him....*desperately*. But every time she fell back into his arms, it felt like she was losing another part of herself.
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One evening, Sanna sat alone on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her heart felt heavy, and her mind was an endless spiral of confusion. She clutched her phone in her hand, scrolling through old messages from Keyan, trying to make sense of how they got here.
*Do I even love him anymore?*
Every time that question popped into her head, her chest tightened. The truth was, she didn't know. Part of her wanted to scream and run as far away from him as possible. But then, the memories of their passionate nights together, his soft whispers, the way he looked at her like she was his entire world... they always pulled her back.
But the obsession? That was suffocating.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing. It was Keyan...again. **"I'm coming over,"** the text read, as if he hadn't already been over the past four nights.
Sanna groaned and threw the phone across the bed. **"Oh, for crying out loud, can I not have *one* evening to myself without Mr. Obsessive turning up like an uninvited pizza delivery?"**
Minutes later, there was a knock at her door. She took a deep breath, pushing down the flood of emotions rising within her, and opened the door to find Keyan standing there, holding his helmet.
**"Hey, baby doll, thought we could grab dinner?"** Keyan said, his voice casual as if everything was fine between them.
Sanna crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. **"You know, Keyan, normal people ask before showing up. I'm not some GPS point you can track down every time you feel like it."**
Keyan smiled, stepping inside like he owned the place. **"But you like it when I'm around, don't you?"**
Sanna shot him a sharp look, her eyes narrowing. **"Do I?"** Her voice dripped with sarcasm. **"Because it's hard to tell when you won't let me breathe without checking on me every two seconds."**
He tried to pull her into a hug, but she stepped back, avoiding his touch. **"What's wrong, Sanna? Why are you acting like this?"** Keyan's voice grew colder, frustration creeping in. **"I'm here because I care about you. You know that, right?"**
