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Last published Wed, Aug 13, 2025
Mature | 18+ | Slow Burn | Obsession | Psychological Romance
She's not the kind of girl you chase.
She's the kind of girl you study in silence-
the kind who ruins you with one glance.
Her silence isn't shyness.
It's survival.
And he?
He doesn't want her love.
He wants her ruined.
Possession that feels like worship.
Love that tastes like sin.
Touch her and you burn.
Leave her and you bleed.
Not every obsession screams.
Some whisper.
And some destroy you... quietly.
- Mine Quietly
a whispered obsession that doesn't ask permission.
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