I've silently watched her for a year, staying hidden in the shadows, biding my time.
She may know me as two different men, but she doesn't have a clue what I've done.
She unknowingly became mine the minute my eyes touched her beauty.
But I've done things. Things she may not be able to forgive.
I know all her secrets, her habits, her preferred coffee, what she does in her spare time, her favorite lingerie brand, even that she sleeps naked.
At night, I watch her from her window. During the day, I watch her from my computer. She innocently bares her heart and body to me, and I soak up every single fucking second.
I've stayed away, but I'm tired of watching from afar. It's time to find out just who I am and what I'm willing to do to take what's mine. She may hate me when she finds out my what I've done, but she has no choice but to accept it. She will be my wife. She will mother my children. I will claim every part of her heart, body, and soul. Anything else is unacceptable.
Y/n has become my endless obsession. I will become her uncontrollable addiction.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.