Valarine

"His obsession was her favorite toy."

Kael didn't believe in love.
He believed in her.

Valarine moved like sin wrapped in silk.
Untouchable. Unbothered. Unreachable.
Until she looked at him-and smiled.

That's when it began.

He memorized the sound of her footsteps.
Learned the rhythm of her breath.
Tracked every glance, every silence, every smirk.

He stopped living for himself.
Started breathing for her.

His journal was filled with her name.
His nights with dreams he couldn't say out loud.
He would burn the world if she whispered "do it."

But Valarine wasn't scared.
She was interested.

Because letting a boy fall is easy.
Letting him drown?
That's where she gets to play.

He thinks it's love.
She knows it's control.

And neither of them wants to stop.

*darker, tense, and soaked in obsession*