sweet obsession

sweet obsession

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[THE COVER IS NOT MINE BUT CHARACTERS AND EVERYTHING ELSE IN THIS STORY IS MINE UNLESS I SAY OTHERWISE I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN IF I SEE COPYING THERE IS CONTENT IN THIS BOOK THAT NOT ALL PEOPLE MIGHT BE COMFORTABLE WITH SO I WILL PUT WARNINGS ON THE MORE EXPLICIT CHAPTERS READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND YOU CANNOT PERSONALLY HOLD ME RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING THAT SCARS YOU IN THIS STORY ALSO ENJOY :) ] There is love in my heart but only for you I said I'd take care of you so that's what I'll do at any costs I'll hide you from the bitter truth yet you hide from me your only friend if you were to die that would be my end you don't quite understand not yet but eventually you will please don't neglect it because I want to protect it keep it locked up from harm's way and never let it see the light of day because a fracture of light could lead it astray until then it's you and me. love from your best friend
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After losing everything-your job, your home, and your savings-you find yourself aimlessly driving, searching for something, anything, to hold onto. Days blur together as you stop only to sleep in your car or scrounge for gas with what little money remains. Hope feels like a distant memory until you stumble upon a town seemingly lost in time. This place, shrouded in an eerie, perpetual twilight, is unlike anything you've seen. Towering Victorian Gothic buildings loom over narrow, winding streets, their dark spires piercing the fog-drenched sky. Wrought-iron gates twist into elaborate, almost sentient shapes, and the windows of the towering structures gape like hollow eyes, watching your every move. The cobblestone streets are slick with mist, amplifying each footstep into a hollow echo that feels far too loud in the oppressive stillness. Even the smallest details of the town are unsettlingly intricate. Lampposts adorned with lifelike carvings glow faintly, their light flickering as if alive. The air is thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the faint rustle of the mist and the distant tolling of a bell, marking the passage of time-or perhaps warning of something else entirely. Drawn by equal parts desperation and curiosity, you pull your car to a stop. The town seems to whisper an invitation, tugging at something deep within you. Despite the unease crawling along your spine, you step out, your worn bag slung over your shoulder, and take your first tentative steps into this haunting labyrinth. The town feels alive in a way that shouldn't be possible, and you can't shake the feeling that it's been waiting for you. (Yandere OC'S x gender neutral reader)

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