My Sweet Obsession

My Sweet Obsession

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It was a dark night when I saw her for the first time. My sweet obsession. God, she was beautiful...too perfect for this broken world. Standing on her balcony like a fucking dream, lit by the moonlight, she looked like sin dressed in silk. And me? I was the devil watching her from the shadows. I've never fallen in love. Not until that night. Not until her. For her... oh, I'd do anything. Burn this world to the ground. Watch it all turn to ash-just to feel her breath on my skin, to make her mine. My princess. Mine and no one else's. And you-yes you : So listen close, sweetheart-your boyfriend, your husband, whatever he is... he's done. You're mine now. Only mine. Shhh... we can't tell anyone. Not yet. Not unless you want me to tear every last piece of clothing off your trembling body and remind you exactly who you belong to. You feel it, don't you? That pull? That fire? You'll see soon enough. Because I'm not the kind of man who knocks. I break in, take what's mine-and leave the door burning behind me. Yours. Always. ~ Fabio (his tiktok is @fabio_cbr)
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𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨. 𝐀𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ^᪲᪲᪲ He's the chaos she's been taught to fear. The kind of man who doesn't ask-he takes. And yet, she doesn't run. Even when his stare turns her blood to fire. Even when his voice sounds like every forbidden dream she buried deep. She should be terrified. She should say no. But when his darkness leans in, all she does is whisper yes. She isn't his weakness. She's the war he's willing to burn for. __ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐲 ྀིྀི She wasn't made of glass. She was made of splinters. Of silence. Of memories buried so deep, even her reflection flinched. They called her gentle. Soft. But they didn't see the ghosts in her gaze. Didn't feel the tremble in her stillness. And me? I was born to destroy. A man stitched together by rage and shadows. I didn't believe in softness. Until her. Now I crave her like war. Not to tame her- but to burn the world that hurt her. To protect her with blood and blade and bone. She says she's not ready. That her past still breathes down her neck. But I don't need her perfect. I need her real. And if I have to tear the stars from the sky to see her light again- so be it. She's mine. And I'll drown this world before I let it touch her again.

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