Obsession
632 Words
Isabella couldn’t sleep after he left.
Not that Damian had wanted to leave.
She remembered the way he stood near her apartment door, eyes fixed on her like walking away physically hurt him.
“Lock the door after me,” he had said quietly.
Not goodbye. Not goodnight.
A command.
And somehow that made it worse.
Now, hours later, she lay awake staring at the ceiling while rain traced shadows across her bedroom walls.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him.
The darkness in his stare. The possessiveness in his voice. The terrifying gentleness of his hands.
It was nearly three in the morning when her phone buzzed.
Her heart jumped instantly.
One message.
Unknown Number.
You’re still awake.
Fear slid down her spine.
Isabella sat up immediately and looked toward the window.
The street below was empty now.
No black car. No sign of him.
Still, her pulse raced.
She typed carefully.
Are you watching me again?
Three dots appeared almost instantly.
Always.
Her breath caught.
This was insane.
She should block the number. Call the police. End whatever this was before it became something dangerous.
Instead, she sent another message.
You need help.
His reply came seconds later.
You make me worse.
Heat flooded unexpectedly through her chest.
God.
Everything about him was wrong.
And yet every word pulled her deeper.
Another message appeared.
Come outside.
Her eyebrows pulled together immediately.
Absolutely not.
I want to see you.
Her stomach tightened.
It’s 3 AM, Damian.
I know.
Another message.
Please.
She froze.
That word didn’t belong to a man like him.
Please sounded too vulnerable. Too human.
Curiosity overcame caution before she could stop it.
Slowly, Isabella got out of bed and walked toward the curtains.
She pulled them aside carefully.
And there he was.
Across the street.
Standing in the rain.
No umbrella. No coat.
Just Damian Moretti dressed entirely in black, staring up at her apartment window like a man possessed.
Lightning flashed across the city, illuminating him for one sharp second.
Beautiful. Still. Terrifying.
Her phone buzzed again.
Now you’re watching me.
Isabella’s pulse stumbled.
He lifted one hand slowly toward her window.
Not waving.
Reaching.
Something deep inside her cracked at the sight.
Nobody had ever wanted her with this level of intensity before.
It should have frightened her more.
Instead, she found herself opening the window slightly despite the rain and cold wind rushing inside.
“What are you doing?” she called softly.
Damian’s gaze never left hers.
“Losing my mind.”
Thunder echoed above them.
“You came here just to stare at my window?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not normal.”
“No,” he agreed. “It’s obsession.”
The honesty in his voice stole her breath.
Rain soaked through his dark hair and clothes, but he didn’t seem to care.
All he cared about was her.
And that realization carried a dangerous kind of power.
“You should go home,” she whispered.
“You first.”
A laugh almost escaped her before she caught it.
The corner of Damian’s mouth lifted slightly at the sound.
“There she is,” he murmured.
Her brows furrowed. “Who?”
“The real you.” His eyes darkened. “The one that forgets to be afraid for a few seconds.”
The words wrapped around her heart in ways she didn’t understand.
Silence stretched between them, heavy with rain and tension and things neither of them knew how to control.
Then Damian said quietly—
“If I kiss you, this becomes irreversible.”
Her breath caught sharply.
“What?”
His gaze locked onto hers with terrifying intensity.
“Because once I touch you,” he said softly, “I won’t stop wanting more.”
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