Same feelings
Same warmth
Years passed by and everything was same as it was in the past.
His love grew day by day and so as his obsessions and possessiveness.
That's when I met him-the Mafia King. He was everything I hated-cold, ruthless, controlling. But from the moment our eyes met, something shifted. I didn't just want him. I needed him.
But it wasn't love. No, love was too weak a word for what I felt. It was obsession. An all-consuming, suffocating desire that wrapped around my heart like chains. I wanted to own him, control him the way I controlled my empire.
And i knew it wasn't just any obsession it was my FATAL OBSESSION