Chains of Obsession

27

♡Emilia♡

My bedside clock shows that it's 5 a.m., and I just woke up.

I rub my eyes, trying to clear the sleep from my mind. I glance at the window and see a shadowy figure standing outside.

"What the..." I mutter, sitting up in bed. It looks suspiciously like Antonio, based on his height and build.

What on earth is he doing outside? Is it even him?

I crawl out of bed, crossing the room to get a better look.

Sure enough, it's Antonio, his tall figure unmistakable even in the darkness.

But he doesn't look like he's trying to break in. He's just...staring at my window?

"What the hell..." I mutter, confusion and a hint of annoyance in my voice.

I've never seen him like this before. He's usually much more subtle with his stalking. But standing in plain sight, staring into my window? Has he finally lost it?

I step closer to the window, trying to see his expression. It's almost like he's transfixed, just staring intently at my window.

As I stare at Antonio, still standing outside like a creep, I wonder how the hell he even managed to locate me in the first place. I'm trapped in some Italian mafia fortress.

How did the idiot get so close without someone noticing?

Frustration builds in me as I watch him stand there, his gaze unwavering, fixated on my window.

Does he even realize how absurd this is? How dangerous is it for him to be here?

Suddenly, Antonio seems to realize that I'm watching him. I see his shoulders tense, a hint of surprise in his stance. He knows I'm here, looking at him through the window glass.

For a moment, I see him hesitate as if debating what to do next. But then, to my surprise, he just smiles, a slow, almost playful smile, as if my reaction amused him.

"Are you kidding me?" I mutter, my annoyance growing. I can't believe he's having a damn laugh over this.

How dare he be so casual about risking his safety, standing out in the open like a sitting duck? And he’s acting like this is some kind of joke?

I narrow my eyes, my hands clenching into fists.

Does he think this is a game? Does he not understand that he's putting himself in danger by being here? And all for what?

I watch how he starts moving. Fuck. By his movements, I can say that he is high, again.

I quickly grab my hoodie and put it on before running out from my room.

As soon as I open the front door, I hear footsteps. Fuck. Guards are behind me.

I was quick to run out. Of course, they didn't know that I am not trying to run away.

I heard them yelling at each other, commending something, but I didn't care. My fast legs bringed me towards Antonio.

"Antonio, what the hell," I said.

Antonio lets out a surprised gasp as I grab him and guide him onto the grass. He looks a bit dazed, his eyes glossy, and his movements clumsy.

"Hey, doll," he slurs, his voice betraying his high state. "I was just... checking on you, you know?"

"You are high." I mumbled.

Antonio grins, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

"Maybe a little," he admits, his words slurring together. "But I had to come see you. Had to make sure you were still alive and kickin', you know?"