CAIN They say obsession is a sin. But when you’ve been hollowed by torment and shaped by vengeance, with no light or mercy left inside, obsession is the only thing that feels real.
I never asked for redemption, and I never believed in salvation. Until I met her. Fragile, like a rose blooming through concrete, too delicate for the world I rule and exist.
Now I need her light like it’s the only thing keeping me human. Her touch quiets the violence, her presence silences the chaos.
I need her in ways I can never say, in ways that make the dead parts of me feel alive. I found freedom in the woman who was never free. They say obsession is a sin. And I’m ready to burn for it.
KATE?INA He was the man who stepped out of a fairytale, wrapped in charm and danger. But fairytales lie, and I learned the truth too late. He wasn’t the hero of my story.
He was the villain in disguise. And now here I am, trapped in a gilded cage, swearing I’d never fall for the one who stole my freedom. Yet I did.
Because in captivity, I found a strange kind of comfort. Like the glass placed around a rose to protect it from the world. He is my poison, my weakness, the bane that keeps me alive.
And no matter how hard I try, I cannot turn away.
