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Prologue
Obsession is a peculiar thing. Unlike other emotions, it doesn’t happen instantaneously. Instead, it grows slowly—like a fungus invading the dark corners of your mind, contaminating your every thought.
Until suddenly—you’re sick. Infected with an incurable disease.
The object of your neurosis is all you can focus on.
You spend every waking moment fixated on them. Questioning what they’re doing. Who they might be thinking about.
Your evenings are spent conjuring images of them with their current lover. And your nights are spent dreaming about what it would be like to see them again.
Touch them. Taste them. Have them at your mercy…fulfilling every single desire and urge pumping through you.
Until finally…you can’t take it anymore. The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and you start meticulously plotting strategic steps to enact your encounter.
Looking back, that’s the point my obsession spun out of control.
I should have maintained my distance. But I couldn’t.
Eleven years spent away didn’t dilute my craving—it only made it fester. My sickness was far too advanced and was only getting worse. My need for him was far too strong to be ignored or contained.
So, I continued pla
But the thing about plans is…
They never work out like you expect them to.
Sometimes life throws you an i