Beautiful Obsession --kth. story

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''That'll be your room.''

I opened the blurred glass door, stepping to the side, letting (y/n) walk in.

''Not too bad, is it now?''

I asked, leaning against the frame of the door.

''It's more than enough, thanks.''

She smiled dearly, her cheeks cutely puffing up a little as she did so.

''Anything to make you at ease, (y/n).''

She froze, an even bigger silence than earlier fell upon the room. Her body shifted uncomfortably.

''I don't recall telling you my name...''

Oh.

''Really?''

I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head to the side.

''Didn't you tell me earlier on our way here?''

I questioned back, crossing my arms over my chest.

She looked confused, her eyes glued to the floor as she tried to remember the conversation we "supposedly" had earlier.

After a minute her arms fell in defeat, not able to remember.

''Ah (y/n),''

I walked to her side, placing a hand on her upper back, my thumb brushing the exposed skin of her neck.

''I think you're still in shock.''

I shook my head.

''You should rest a little, here.''

I walked to the bed situated in the middle of the room, peeling off the blanket from the side so she could crawl in, smoothing the bumps on white silk sheet.

''Freshly washed.''

I smiled, extending my hand her way, inviting her over.

She tip toed through the room, sitting on the side of the bed once she reached it.

Her hands glided over the white sheets displayed elegantly over the Queen sized bed, smoothing any remaining bumps.

My eyes followed her hands, losing myself in my thoughts, wondering and imagining all the things they could do.

''Can I?.."

I snapped out of my trans, my eyes instantly meeting with hers.

"Oh yes sorry, I'll leave."

I displayed a gentle smile on my lips, scurrying to the door.

"Rest well."

I say, slowly closing the door behind me, still able to define her figure through the glass door. She didn't move for a few minutes, her head moving around, still analyzing the room. But in the end, after patting the pillow a few times she lied down, wrapping her body with the sheets displayed for her.

"Finally."

I smiled to myself.

"I have (y/n) all to myself now. All mine."

A/N:

I don't know if this story is actually good or interesting... I feel like it's empty, I don't know...