Obsession 💌

"Can I have a word?" he said, his voice low and laced with an edge as he took Rhea's arm and guided her away from the group. She raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension radiating off him.

"What's wrong?" she asked, feigning innocence, but the corner of her mouth twitched as she suppressed a smile.

As soon as they were out of sight, he pinned her against the wall, his body pressing into hers, closing the space between them. "You shouldn't let guys look at you like that," he growled, his breath hot against her cheek.

"Oh? And how should I let them look at me?" she shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Like you're mine," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned in closer, their lips almost touching.

Rhea smirked, undeterred by his bravado. "And what makes you think you can claim me like that?"

"Because I'm not sharing," he replied, his gaze locked onto hers, intense and unwavering. The challenge in her eyes only fueled his desire.

In one swift motion, he crashed his lips against hers, the kiss igniting like a spark in a dark room. Her body melted against him, responding to his urgency as he pressed into her, his hands roaming to her waist, pulling her closer.

"Shubman," she gasped against his mouth, a mix of surprise and delight in her tone. "What about that guy?"

"Forget him," he murmured between kisses, trailing his lips down her neck, his hands gripping her hips. "He doesn't know what he's missing."

"Really? And what do you think you're doing right now?" she teased, breathless as he nibbled at her collarbone, his touch igniting fire beneath her skin.

"Proving a point," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I want you to remember who you belong to."

Like a well-played cover drive, your love sweeps me off my feet, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
- Shubman Gill

The prince of ict, everyone's obsession, figures out his obsession.