Bound by Obsession: Love's Dark Grip| 18+

𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡.

It's the only thing I feel...sharp, unforgiving, consuming every part of me.

The man I once loved... No, the man I thought I loved.

He's the one behind all of this. How could he? How 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 he?

Every memory, every touch, every whispered promise...all a lie. An illusion constructed to keep me trapped in his twisted game.

I want to scream. To break. To sob. But I can't. I won't. Not in front of 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

He's lounging on the couch, legs spread wide like he owns the world, his lips curled into a smirk. No shame. No guilt. Just pure, unshakeable possession.

"Trying to run, sweetheart?" His voice is low and possessive like he's savouring every word. "Don't you know this is home? 𝘐 am your home"

His glass of amber liquid swirls in his hand, the ice clinking in a mocking rhythm.

My wrists burn from the tight cuffs binding me to his bed, powerless. He drugged me, and when I woke up, I was in this hell. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 HELL.

"Let me go," I rasp, my voice trembling with fury and desperation. But he doesn't flinch. Doesn't even blink. Instead, he watches me with an unsettling calm, like I'm exactly where he wants me...where I belong.

"Let you go?" his voice a dangerous whisper. "Why the hell would I let go of the one thing I've craved since I first laid eyes on you?"

A dark, twisted laugh spills from his lips, a sound that makes my blood run cold. This isn't just a game to him; this is his twisted version of love.

He stands, moving toward me with slow, deliberate steps, the glass still in his hand. My heart races as he closes in. His hand snakes out, grabbing my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His touch~electric and suffocating, like he owns every part of me...like he always has.

"I've given you everything my dear wifey," he breathes, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Every kiss. Every touch. Every breath I take is for you. And still, you tried to leave 𝘮𝘦."