Whispers of Obsession

Unraveled

(slight 🍋)

The faint light of dawn peeked through the curtains as I tried to slip away. Obito's arm was draped possessively across my waist, a weight that made my escape feel more like a mission than a simple task.

Every muscle in my body ached, leaving a lingering reminder of the night before but I ignored it, moving inch by inch, determined not to wake him. 

I'd almost made it to the edge of the bed, my feet barely brushing the floor, when his hand shot out and latched around my wrist. 

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was gravelly from sleep, but the dangerous edge to his tone sent a chill down my spine. 

I froze, cursing under my breath. "Let me go, Obito." 

Instead of loosening his grip, he yanked me back onto the bed with one swift motion. My body collided with the mattress, and before I could react, he was on me, pinning me beneath his weight. 

"Trying to sneak away? Again?" he asked, his voice low and mocking as he hovered over me. 

I glared at him, my chest heaving as I tried to suppress the rising frustration and something else, something I didn't want to name. "I needed air," I snapped, my tone defiant. 

"Air?" His lips curled into a dark smirk. "Last I checked, you had plenty of that last night." 

"Go to hell," I hissed, trying to push him off me. 

He didn't budge. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my lips. "I'm already there, sweetheart. And you're stuck here with me." 

"Get off," I demanded, but my voice faltered as his hand slid down my side, his touch slow and deliberate.

I squirmed beneath him, trying to push him off, but his weight and strength made it impossible. "Get off me, Obito."

"Hmm," he hummed lazily, his lips curving into a smug smirk. "Not happening." His hand brushed along my side, slow and deliberate, igniting an involuntary shiver that I hated myself for.

"You're annoying," I snapped, glaring up at him.

"Maybe," he admitted, his smirk deepening. "But you're stuck with me."

"Let me go," I demanded, but my voice faltered as his hand slid lower, resting on my hip.

"No," he said simply, his eyes narrowing. "You're not going anywhere."

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could, his other hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze.

His thumb brushed over my cheek as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine. "You can fight all you want, Y/N," he murmured, his tone dark and laced with mockery. "But we both know how this ends."

His kiss was rough and consuming, stealing the breath from my lungs. I hated how easily he unraveled me, how his touch left me defenseless.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker, filled with something primal.

I didn't have time to process his words before he scooped me up effortlessly, his arms cradling me against his chest as he carried me across the room.

"Obito, put me down!" I yelled, squirming in his grasp.

He ignored my protests, pushing open the door to the bathroom. The cool tile sent a chill up my spine as he set me down on the counter, his hands firm on my hips to keep me in place.

"Always so stubborn," he murmured, his voice low as his hands traced the curve of my waist.

"Someone has to be," I shot back, trying to push him away, but he caught my wrists, pinning them to my sides.