Shadow of Desire

"Hello, darling.
"Who the fuck is this?"
"I'm your sin, darling... the one you'll beg for."
***
They watch him on screen.
I watch him behind the shadows.
I watch him breathe. I watch him when he strips off his clothes, thinking no one's watching.
But i'm always watching.
I've memorized him-frame by frame, breath by breath.
Hidden behind my camera.
I don't want his autograph.
I want him broken and desperate.
I want him pulling my hair and growling my name against my throat.
I want him in my hands. In my mouth.
Every inch of him.
His lips, his hands, his body,
They all belongs to me.
He belongs to me.
***
I'm a Oscar-winning star.
Desired. Worshiped. Untouchable.
But every smile i give, every word i speak-
scripted.
But lately, i can feel it.
Someones watching.
She hides in the shadows, unseen but undeniable.
She thinks she's hiding.
That I don't know.
But I know everything.
I feel the weight of her heavy gaze burn on my skin.
I'm letting her.
Because when I finally catch her.
She'll be on her knees.
Dripping, trembling, begging for more while I ruin every part of her she thought she could keep to herself.
And when I finally find her-
I want her dripping, soaked through with want,
kneeling at my feet,
completely undone and begging for whatever I decide to give her.

She stalked the wrong man.
She's about to learn what it really means to be hunted.
And when I take her, she'll belong to me-
body, mind, and soul.
She doesn't know it yet-
But she was never stalking me.
She was being hunted.
Because she was already mine.

Mature Content Ahead
This story contains:
• Explicit sexual content (NSFW)
• Stalking, obsession, and psychological manipulation
• Dark, toxic, and morally grey relationship dynamics
• Strong language and emotional intensity