OWNED BY OBSESSION

She delicately arranged flowers, adding her signature touch of vanilla-rose essence. Her fingers danced among the petals, creating a bouquet as exquisite as her own beauty. She saw a tall, dark-haired man with a chiseled physique and an enigmatic smile. He took the bouquet, his eyes lingering on her longer than necessary, before slipping the money into her hand and departing.
Unknown to her-
In a dimly lit room, the man placed the bouquet on a decorated table, his movements almost reverent. He carefully extracted a single rose, inhaling deeply as if breathing in her soul. The scent was intoxicating, a perfect blend of sweetness and allure. His eyes, dark with obsession, were fixated on her picture. He brushed his lips against the photograph, a possessive whisper escaping,

"You are mine. You have no choice."

Every petal, every scent, every glance was a thread in a web of desire and possession. Little did she know, her innocent creations had captivated a heart steeped in a dangerous obsession.