Beautiful Obsession --kth. story

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It had been a few days since (y/n) had arrived, brightening my mood a little.

She didn't talk much, only when I asked her to. I had shown her around the penthouse, showing her where she had access to and where she didn't.

I made the rules clear as well, not wanting her to mess around.

At the moment she was sitting on the love seat placed in the middle of the room. She wasn't doing much either.

I would lie if I said I wasn't bored.

I wanted something to happen.

"(y/n),"

I called out, making her look up at me. Her eyes swollen from the crying she had been doing at night. I treat her well and make sure she doesn't miss of anything, why is she still sad?

"Why are you sad?"

She looked startled by the question, as if I was supposed to know the answer.

She didn't answer, looking back down at her hands. I decided to walk to her, sitting on the free seat beside her on the love seat. But the moment I did she moved to the opposite side.

I rolled my eyes, scooting closer in.

"Come here."

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, making her lay her head on my lap, letting herself be done as so.

"Just relax."

I whisper, stroking her hair lightly with the tip of my fingers. The silk of her hair gliding through my fingers.

Then she closed her eyes,

Seeming to relax as she did so.

My eyes following her own, starting to feel heavy as the minutes passed by.

Then I fell asleep.

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An;

Filler but ayy, thoughts?