Savoured Obsession [Ongoing]

I always dreamt, one day I will finally get out of this house, and finally taste what freedom feels like.
And the time did come. Little did I know, there was only one person I knew here.

He was my brother's friend. My parent's friend's son.
The only person I knew in a city that knew nothing about me.

But Nicholas Vescari never felt safe.
He felt like fire.

I came to this city for freedom.
I wasn't supposed to end up in his apartment, tethered to his embrace.
I wasn't supposed to crave the way he breathed into my neck, kissed like he was starving, or touched like he was remembering every inch of me.

But every time I tried to leave, he pulled me back with words that made my heart flutter, with warmth that made me crave his touch, with rough hands that fit me perfectly.

And I let him.

Because obsession never tasted like fear.
It tasted like him.
And I savoured every second of it.