Sick obsession | 18+

"I didn't ask you to follow me," she snaps, tilting her chin in defiance, but her voice betrays her - too soft, too shaky.

"You didn't have to," he murmurs, stepping closer until her back brushes the railing. "I told you before, I don't need permission to want you, baby ."

Her breath stutters. "Vyom..."

His thumb grazes her jawline, slow, deliberate. "Tell me to stop," he says, eyes fixed on hers. "Lie to me, and tell me you don't feel this."

The night hums around them - the sound of traffic far below, the thump of music muffled by the glass doors, the roar of her own heartbeat.

But she doesn't move. Doesn't breathe.

And when his mouth finally brushes the corner of hers, a feather-light, claiming tease, she hates how her knees almost buckle.

🏎️ :: She hates him-his arrogance, his quiet power, the way his presence suffocates a room.

He should be nothing more than the man she swore she'd never fall for.
But there's something about him-how he waits, how he watches, how he never once pretends to be anything less than exactly what he is: a man who doesn't lose.

And the worst part?
She's not sure she wants him to.

Welcome to sick obsession *kisses*