His Forbidden Obsession

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The silence between us was heavier than any chain. Even when he said nothing, I could feel his will wrapping around me, pulling me closer, binding me tighter. Every corner of the mansion seemed to echo his presence presence, as though the walls themselves bent to his command.

I sat at the edge of the chair, hands, clenched in my lap, but his gaze pinned me as surely as nails. He didn't touch me, not yet, but it was worse this way being stripped bare by nothing More than his eyes.

"You think you can resist me." His voice was low, not loud enough to echo, but sharp enough to cut." But resistance is only a form of surrender delayed. "

My breath caught." Your wrong. "

A ghost of smile curved his mouth. "Am I?" He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping once against the Polish wood, a sound so small but it throbbed through me like a drumbeat. "This house knew you long before you stepped inside. The walls were carved for your Shadow. The bed warmed for your body. you were written into it long before you were born."

Something in me wanted to run.

Something darker wanted to believe him.

"Why me?" I whispered, hating the tremor in my voice.

At last, his gaze softened or perhaps it only sharpened in another direction, unbearable as ever." Because you're the only thing I was never meant to have. And I don't obey rules."

The fire cracked. My pulse raced. And in that moment, I knew this wasn't a sanctuary. This was a cage. And he was the key.