Chains of Obsession

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♡Emilia♡

It has been a few hours already, and I haven't heard anything about Antonio. I hate how controlling he was, but he is still my best friend, and I am worried about him.

Right now, I am taking deep breaths before I know on Alexander's study door.

Knock on the heavy oak door. A few seconds pass before I hear a deep, stern voice call out from within.

"Come in."

I push open the door and step inside, finding Alexander seated behind his desk. He's dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, looking every inch the powerful mafia boss he is.

He glances up at me as I enter, his gaze steady and unreadable.

"What is it?" he asks, his tone brisk.

"Where's Antonio? Is he alright? What happened? Can I see him?" I asked.

Alexander leans back in his chair, his eyes locked on me. "Slow down, princess," he says, surprisingly not annoyed by my barrage of questions.

He sighs, his gaze flickering as he considers how to answer.

"Antonio is... fine," he says finally. "Physically, at least. But he hasn't been very cooperative. Refuses to give up any useful information."

"Please, can I see him?" I asked.

Alexander looks at me for a long moment, studying my face. There's a hint of what looks like concern in his gaze but is quickly masked by his usual cold demeanour.

He sighs again before speaking, his voice guarded. "I suppose letting you see him wouldn't hurt. But mind you, he's in no shape for a proper conversation. The drugs really messed him up."

♡♡♡

I just walked into the room, guards standing near the door. I am holding some painkillers and a water bottle. It's not the first time when Antonio takes drugs, and I know what to do.

As I enter the room, I see Antonio slumped in a chair near a wall, his head hanging low. His clothes are messy, his hair dishevelled, and there are shadows under his eyes that make him look even worse.

He doesn't look up at me as I approached, his body limp and unresponsive. He just...sits there, seemingly unaware of my presence.

"Antonio," I murmur, coming to kneel in front of him.

He lifts his head slightly, his eyes staring at me through a daze.

"Doll?" he slurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Here, it will help." I said as I motioned him to open his mouth for pills.

Antonio complies, his movements slow and almost robotic. He opens his mouth, his tongue lolling out as he waits for me to place the pills in his mouth.

I put the painkillers in his mouth, then bring the water bottle to his lips. He drinks, his throat working in slow swallows.

"There you go," I murmur, watching him take the medicine.

Antonio lets out a low groan as he swallows the last of the water. He sways slightly in the chair, his body still heavily affected by the drugs.

I reach out, gently holding onto his shoulders to steady him. He looks up at me, his gaze hazy and disoriented.

"Doll..." he mutters again, his voice slurring.

I can see the strain this is taking on him. His body is trembling slightly, and his eyes are half-lidded. He's struggling to stay awake and coherent, the drugs taking their toll.