His To Obessed

Chapter 2: Shadows in Her World

The morning sun spilled through Raven’s bedroom window, but sleep had been fleeting. Her mind replayed the events of the previous night—the gunshot, the rush of fear, and the man who had appeared out of nowhere, guiding her to safety. She didn’t know his name yet, but she couldn’t forget the intensity of his gaze.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A text message flashed:

“Good morning, Raven. I hope you slept well. —M”

Her heart skipped a beat. How does he have my number?

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she dressed carefully, grabbed her book, and left her apartment. Every step felt heavier, every shadow longer. Someone was watching. She tried to convince herself it was her imagination—but the feeling persisted.

Meanwhile, Mattheo was already on the move. From the moment he left her building, he monitored her routine from a distance. Every turn she took, every shop she entered, every interaction—he cataloged it, memorized it, like a predator studying its prey.

He smiled to himself as he saw her hesitate at the corner café, scanning the street as though she could feel his eyes. Soon, she’ll know I’m always there. Soon, she’ll see… she won’t be able to ignore me.

Raven entered the café, trying to appear casual. She ordered her usual iced coffee, glancing over her shoulder several times. Her nerves tightened as the feeling grew stronger—someone was always near. And then she saw him.

Mattheo sat at a distant table, black shades hiding his eyes, but she could sense him. Why is he here? Panic bubbled beneath her calm exterior. She tried to ignore him, focusing on her coffee, but the awareness of being watched pressed on her chest like a weight.

After a few tense minutes, he stood and left silently. She exhaled, relief flooding her. But as she turned to leave, she found a small envelope on her table. Inside was a single card:

“You are unforgettable. Be careful today. —M”

Her hands trembled. Who is he? What does he want from me?

Meanwhile, Mattheo watched from across the street, a satisfied smirk on his face. This was the game, the delicate dance of presence and intrigue. He would not rush—he never rushed. He thrived in control, in the slow build of obsession.

Later that day, Raven headed to the bookstore to escape her growing unease. She buried herself in the shelves, fingers tracing spines of novels, seeking comfort in stories she could understand. But someone else had already arrived.

Mattheo. He lingered at the edge of the aisle, watching her with the intensity of a storm about to break. Her focus was on the book in her hand, oblivious to him for now. Soon… she’ll look up. Soon, she’ll know I’ve never left her side.

A commotion outside startled her—a group of men loitering near the entrance, eyes following her every move. Panic flared. She was about to retreat when a hand blocked her path, firm but controlled.

“You’re not alone,” Mattheo whispered, just behind her ear.

Her body froze. How is he here?

“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he continued, voice low, commanding. “Not today. Not ever.”

Raven’s pulse raced. The words should have scared her—but strangely, they didn’t. Instead, a chill ran down her spine, equal parts fear and fascination.

As the men outside shuffled away, Raven realized the truth: she had no choice but to notice him. He wasn’t going anywhere. And somehow, she knew… he was watching her, always.

Mattheo stepped back into the shadows of the aisle, eyes never leaving her. He smiled faintly, a mixture of triumph and obsession. She’s mine. Every step, every thought, every heartbeat—she’ll never be free of me.

And for the first time, Raven felt the weight of a presence she couldn’t escape—a man who had already woven himself into her world, like a shadow she could neither see nor outrun.