6 - Shadow of Obsession Pt.1
1252 Words
Lying on my bed, I stared blankly at the ceiling, my thoughts spiraling into obsession. Snow. She was invading my mind again. The longer I thought about her, the worse it got. An unbearable hunger burned inside me, growing stronger with every second.
What was it about that woman?
Why couldn’t I shake the image of her face, the way she moved, the sound of her voice?
She wasn’t even my type. I never cared for women with such grace and innocence. And yet, here I was, losing my sanity over her. Everything about her—her delicate movements, her soft, melodic voice drove me to the brink of madness.
Frustrated, I sat up, running a hand through my hair. My body was tense, my pants tightening painfully as desire clawed at my core. I needed a woman tonight. I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I released this tension on someone—anyone. A faceless, nameless body would do.
Standing abruptly, I threw on a fresh shirt, fixed my appearance, and called for Sed.
"Drive me to the bar."
Sed obeyed without question, and within minutes, we arrived. The dimly lit club pulsed with music, bodies moving seductively under neon lights. I stepped inside, scanning the room for a distraction.
That’s when I spotted her, sitting alone at the bar, drinking as if the world had wronged her.
Feurene.
I smirked. Well, this just got interesting.
"Feurene?" I called out as I approached.
She turned, her glazed eyes widening slightly before recognition settled in.
"Demetri, you're here?" she slurred, clearly tipsy.
I slid onto the stool beside her, signaling the bartender for a drink.
"Drowning your sorrows?" I asked.
She let out a humorless laugh. "Of course. I’m heartbroken."
I raised a brow. "I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend?"
"I don’t," she admitted, downing another shot.
"But the man I love is getting married next month."
A slow smirk curled on my lips. "You’re talking about my brother, aren’t you?"
She scoffed, shaking her head.
"Right on the mark, Demetri. Why couldn’t it have been me?"
Her voice shook a little, the pain behind her bitterness clear.
"Marcus and I have known each other since we were kids. We were close... until he met that Snow. After she came into the picture, he started keeping his distance. Just like that, I became nothing to him. It’s infuriating."
Her laugh was bitter, and her eyes held unshed tears.
"Do you wish they’d break up?" I asked, watching her reaction carefully.
She let out another laugh, though this time, it held more despair than amusement.
"They’re already engaged. Do you think there’s still a chance for that?"
I leaned in slightly, voice lowering into something more sinister.
"If there’s a will… there’s always a way."
She stilled, her eyes flickering with interest.
"And how exactly would that work?"
I leaned even closer, my lips mere inches from her ear.
"Let’s talk tomorrow. When you’re sober."
I pulled away and stood up, leaving her with that thought.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a woman staring at me from across the room. She was stunning, eyes filled with intrigue, a sultry smile playing on her lips. Her body, wrapped in a tight dress, left little to the imagination.
Perfect.
I walked over to her, watching as her smirk deepened. She already knew what this was.
Extending my hand, I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear.
"Are you free to lose yourself tonight?"
She let out a soft chuckle.
"Of course, babe "
Without hesitation, she took my hand, gripping my arm as I led her toward the exit.
Tonight, I wouldn’t be thinking about Snow.
Tomorrow, however… that was a different story.
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**Snow's POV**
Standing alone in my bedroom, I carefully slipped into the wedding gown, my fingers trailing over the intricate lace. I turned to the mirror, taking in the way the dress hugged my figure perfectly. A smile crept onto my lips as I admired the reflection staring back at me.
For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine it... the moment I would walk down the aisle, Marcus waiting for me at the altar, his warm smile promising forever.
But my daydream was quickly interrupted.
"Oh my God! Ate, why are you wearing that?"
I nearly jumped at the sound of my younger sister’s voice. Ice stood at the doorway, her eyes wide in shock.
I spun around, still holding onto my smile.
"Why not? It looks good on me, doesn’t it?" I twirled slightly, enjoying the way the skirt billowed around me.
Ice frowned.
"Ate, what if this jinxes your wedding? What if it doesn’t happen?"
I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head.
"That’s just superstition. How else would I know if it fits me if I don’t try it on?"
She sighed dramatically, dropping onto my bed.
"Fine. Do what you want."
I was about to return to admiring myself when she muttered, "It’s just sad, you know. Soon, it’ll just be me and Mom in this house."
I sighed, my happiness fading slightly. Sitting beside her, I reached for her hand.
"I promise, I’ll find a way to buy a house for you and Mom. Somewhere close to where Marcus and I will live. But right now, I don’t have enough saved up."
Ice sat up suddenly, her expression shifting.
"Oh, by the way! I applied for a runway modeling job. I haven’t told Mom yet."
I blinked.
"Really? Did you get in?"
She grinned and nodded. We both squealed in excitement, sharing a moment of pure joy.
Then I frowned.
"Wait, how did you even get in?"
That’s when she hesitated.
My smile dropped. I narrowed my eyes and smacked her thigh.
"Don’t tell me there was some indecent proposal involved!"
"Ate, no! I just got lucky. Marcus’s brother was at the audition studio. He recognized my surname and asked if we were related."
I stiffened.
"Demetri?"
She nodded.
I inhaled sharply.
Ice giggled.
"He’s friends with the CEO of Sazte Model Management. And honestly, Ate, he’s so good-looking. So masculine."
I groaned.
"Ice, stop. Demetri is a playboy. If he weren’t Marcus’s brother, I wouldn’t even acknowledge him."
Ice gasped.
"Oh my God! How many times have you two met?"
"Plenty," I muttered.
"And every time, I get a bad feeling about him."
And it was true.
Something about Demetri felt unsettling. He was always watching, always studying me with those dark, unreadable eyes.
I wasn’t clueless—I noticed how his gaze lingered, how he seemed amused whenever I caught him staring. It was as if he knew something I didn’t.
I wanted to ignore him, but avoiding him was impossible. Soon, he would be my brother-in-law.
"But don’t worry," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I still like Matte."
"Ugh, not Matte again," I said as I rolled my eyes.
Ice groaned.
"Ate, you always tell me to focus on school, but you were already dating Kuya Marcus in college. Why are you stopping me?"
"Because Marcus isn’t like other guys. You know that."
"And what, you think Matte is just some random guy? He’s the son of the owner of Sandstorm Entertainment and Modeling Agency. He’s rich and handsome."
I sighed, rubbing my temples. Ice always aimed high, sometimes too high.
"Just be careful with your choices, Ice. Not everything you want will come easily."
She pouted but nodded.
I just hoped she would listen.
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