Obsession
Darius
The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the goddamn ceiling. Just staring at it, like I was waiting for it to tell me why my chest felt like it had been put through a meat grinder.
The sheets were twisted around my legs, damp with sweat, and I felt like s**t. Not the ‘I drank too much whiskey’ kind of s**t, but the kind that crawls under your skin and refuses to f*****g leave.
I sat up, my head throbbing, and rubbed my face. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. The mask. That f*****g silver thing reflecting the dim light of the room.
I could still feel the weight of her against me, the rhythm of her heart drumming against my own. It was too much. It was insane.
I’d bedded plenty of women in this gods-forsaken city, and not once had I felt… this. This raw,
