(Hayes' POV)
I watched her from across the room, studying every subtle movement as Y/N absentmindedly traced her finger along the rim of her glass. She didn't seem to notice me watching—or perhaps she was just getting used to the feeling of my gaze always on her. A small smile tugged at my lips.
She was falling for me. Slowly, steadily, like sand slipping through an hourglass, I could see the change happening.
The way she leaned closer to me at work. How her texts had become more frequent, almost needy. That vulnerable look in her eyes when we were together—each sign was proof that my plan was working, that the doses I'd been slipping into her drinks and meals were doing their job.
The first few drops were the hardest. Watching her shift uncomfortably, feeling a strange longing she couldn't explain.
But now... now she craved being near me.
It was subtle, sure, but I could tell.
Every time we were apart, I saw the anxiety creep into her posture, the way her fingers fidgeted nervously, her brows furrowing as if something essential was missing.
And then, whenever I was near, it all melted away.
It's funny how easy it had become. No more guessing, no more hoping she would eventually come to feel the same way I did.
No.
I had taken control of it.
And with every dose, I could feel her slipping further under my spell, into the place where she needed me as much as I needed her.
The liquid I'd chosen was gentle—nothing too harsh, nothing that would raise alarms. Just enough to make her feel... better, to make her mind cling to the one constant thing that could relieve her growing discomfort.
Me.
I walked over to her, the floor creaking slightly under my weight as I crossed the room. She didn't even flinch, her attention still on her glass as I sat beside her. Close, but not too close. I didn't want to startle her, not yet. I wanted her to reach for me first. And sure enough, a few moments later, she subtly leaned into me, her shoulder brushing mine as though she couldn't help herself.
"Feeling better?" I asked, my voice smooth and measured.
She nodded, her eyes flicking to mine.
"Yeah... I don't know why I've been so out of it lately." She let out a soft laugh, the sound tinged with confusion. "It's probably just stress."
I smiled, letting my fingers rest lightly on her thigh.
"Stress can do that. But you're handling it well."
The lie slipped easily off my tongue. She wasn't handling it well at all, but that's what I needed. The more unbalanced she felt, the more she'd rely on me. And judging by the way her body relaxed under my touch, the dependency was already there, weaving its way through her subconscious.
Her glass was almost empty, and I resisted the urge to top it off too quickly. It was a delicate process, dosing her just enough to keep her reliant without drawing attention to what was really happening.
I had to be careful, methodical, because the last thing I wanted was for her to realize the strings I was pulling.
As we sat in silence, I thought about what Julian had said the other day—his mocking grin as we talked about her.
"She's gonna be more hooked than you," he had joked, swirling his whiskey lazily as if we were discussing some mundane office matter.
At the time, I had just chuckled, shrugging it off like it was nothing more than playful banter. But his words had stuck with me. The irony was almost laughable. Julian had no idea just how true his statement was becoming.
Y/N was getting hooked, but it was more than that. The more time she spent under the influence, the more she looked at me with those wide, trusting eyes, the more I realized that I wasn't just pulling her in.
I was binding her to me.
And it felt good.
She shifted next to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I watched as she glanced at her phone, her fingers brushing over the screen in a slow, deliberate motion. Probably texting one of her friends. I'd have to be careful there.
If they got too suspicious, it could complicate things. But for now, I was content to let her think everything was normal.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, breaking the silence.
She hesitated, looking up at me with that familiar uncertainty that had become her constant expression lately.
"A little."
Perfect.
I stood up and walked to the kitchen, pouring her a glass of water and stirring in the next dose. It was subtle, just a few drops, but it would be enough to keep the effects going. I placed the glass in front of her and smiled when she drank it without hesitation.
"There you go," I said, my voice soothing. "That should help."
She nodded again, offering me a small, grateful smile. The kind of smile that told me she trusted me. That I was the one keeping her safe, keeping her grounded.
And as she leaned back against the couch, her eyes fluttering shut for just a moment, I knew I was winning.
Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it again. I leaned over slightly, catching a glimpse of the text. One of her friends, no doubt. They had been texting her more frequently, probably picking up on how off she had been lately. I'd need to keep a close watch on that, maybe even suggest we spend more time together—away from distractions.
But for now, I was content to watch her as she slowly slipped further into the web I had spun. Every dose, every carefully orchestrated conversation, was pushing her closer to me, pulling her deeper into this strange, intoxicating connection we shared.
I could see it in her eyes whenever we were apart.
That longing.
That subtle desperation.
She was falling for me, just as I had planned.
And soon, there would be no turning back.
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FanfictionI always thought my life was simple and predictable. I worked at a prestigious company in the city, focusing on my career and my future. Hayes, my boss, was the epitome of charisma and control, admired by everyone. I never imagined that beneath his...