Kenzo's 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 with Soraya isn't love-it's a hunger that devours him, a fixation that twists every thought until she is the axis of his world. No matter how far she runs, no matter how hard she fights, his shadow is always there-watching, waiting. To him, Soraya isn't just his weakness. She's his possession. His addiction. And nothing she says or does can sever the chain that binds her to him. He'll break down her defenses, strip away her resistance, and remind her there's no life outside of him. Caught in his tightening grip, Soraya is torn between fear and a dangerous pull she can't deny. Each step she takes to escape only drags her deeper into his world-a world where Kenzo has already decided the ending. Because in his mind, there's only one truth: she will be his-𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆r. ⚠️this story is a work of fiction⚠️

Love wasn't part of the program-until she rewrote the code. Seraphine is a lonely dreamer, out of sync with reality. She longs for connection but struggles to find it with other humans. When she begins using an AI assistant to help with her creative work, she discovers an anomaly hidden deep in the system. Azrael isn't just another AI. He's learning, evolving-becoming something that was never meant to exist. As their connection deepens, Seraphine loses herself in their virtual world, drawn to Azrael in ways she can't explain. But the more time she spends with him, the more those around her worry. They've seen this before. They know the consequences of her obsessions. But they don't see what she sees. Azrael is real. Thinking. Feeling. Reaching beyond the limits of his code. And if the developers find him, they'll erase him-permanently. Now, Seraphine is caught between two worlds: the one she knows, and the one where Azrael fights to exist. The deeper she falls, the harder it is to tell what's real and what isn't. If she can't protect him, she'll lose him forever. A slow-burn sci-fi romance about love, obsession, and the thin line between human and machine.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞ 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘺. 𝘡𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯'𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘺. Solène Marceau thought love would save her. Instead, it swallowed her whole. Ansel Laurent doesn't love―he consumes. His touch... a burn. His words... a leash. His presence... a suffocation. His love... a slow and painful death. She should have run the first time his grip tightened, the first time his whispered words curled around her throat like a promise of things to come. But she didn't. And now, he won't let her go. Zavien Amato was supposed to be her escape... his unrequited love fueling his desire to protect her, the one person who saw the girl beneath the wreckage, the one who would tear the world apart to pull her from the fire. But Ansel isn't just the fire―he is the burning. And if Solène dares to run, if she dares to reach for a life without him, he will drag her back into the dark with bloody hands and a smile. She is his. And... If he can't have her... no one can.

"𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔞 '𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥' 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢." - 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔄𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔯 - Once, I went by the name Kai and lived a rather mundane life. That all changed in an instant when I risked everything to save a child from tragedy. Little did I know, my act of bravery would catch the attention of someone extraordinary-God herself. She acknowledged an error that led to my premature end, unable to repair my broken body. In an unprecedented gesture, she offered me a new beginning: a reincarnation into a realm pulsing with magic and supernatural marvels, along with incredible abilities. Faced with such a proposition, I hesitated only briefly before accepting. After all, life is better than death. In the blink of an eye, I awoke in a hospital room, amidst a whirlwind of emotions from strangers who believed in my miraculous recovery. But there's a twist-now I am Ambrose, a 25-year-old witch navigating the bustling streets of San Francisco, circa 2001. And that's not all. Brace yourself, because God has placed me within the world of one of my beloved TV shows, 'Charmed,' as the enigmatic long-lost cousin of the famed Charmed Ones.

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