SEBASTIAN

I'm so fucked up right now. She turns me on, makes me beg for more. And I want her to beg too, over and over, soaked and moaning my name like I've driven her to the edge of sanity. That's how she makes me feel, like I'm losing control.

"Why are you so fucking sexy, Melisa? Why do you make me feel this good... and this much pain?" She's not wanted. She's in need. An addiction that runs in my blood.

No one gets to look at her the way I do. No one gets to know her like I do. She was made for me, carved into existence just to ruin me.

I held her tight, like I'd never let her go again. She gasped for air, wanting more of me, but it's too early. I want her to beg, to need me. I want her to care so much she forgets everything else. I want her locked in this house, and the only thing that matters to her... is me. "Stop. I'm not going any further right now." I paused, watching her chest rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was flushed, sweating, soaked.

"Do you really want me to stop, Melisa?"

She looked at me, shy, avoiding my eyes. Then she nodded.

She's the flame I'd happily burn in. Again and again. Just to feel her heat, even if it kills me. I gently laid her back on the bed, making sure she was warm and comfortable. She needed to change clothes, I didn't want her getting sick. I went to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it behind me. My chest rose and fell, desperate to catch a breath that wouldn't come. My hands trembled. My mind was burning.

"Fuck, Melisa..."

Call it obsession. I call it clarity. She's the only thing in this world that makes sense. She's in my veins like fire, crawling under my skin, settling in the darkest parts of me. I can't shake her, I don't want to. Every inch of her is carved into my memory, etched behind my eyes like a fever dream. She doesn't even know what she's done to me.

She doesn't understand - she's in my veins. I don't just love her. I survived because of her. She's not just beautiful - she's ruined. A goddess draped in soft skin and sin. My sin. My undoing. I stare at her pictures again, each one pulling me further into this madness. Her lips, plump, parted. Her eyes, sweet and dangerous. And her... her most private self, soaked, warm, waiting. The idea of her begging, squirming, whispering my name like a sacred prayer, it's enough to break me.

She's mine in my mind. Always mine.

She makes me violent. Not against her - never her. But for her? I'd destroy anything. Everything. I can't hold back. Not when my body aches for her like this. With a deep breath, I unbuckle my belt, my thoughts tangled with her moans, her gasps, her flushed skin. My hand moves slowly, deliberately - inch by inch - as I stroke myself to the rhythm of obsession. Of need. Of her.

Melisa... you don't even know the monster you've created. I tore the mask from my face, breathless and raw. My skin burned, so I stepped into a cold shower, water crashing over me like it could wash away the fire, the fury, the need. But it didn't.

I got dressed, quickly, mechanically. I had to see her. My little bunny. She doesn't have to love me the way I love her. It's not a choice. It's a condition. A permanent disease. And I'd never want a cure. I needed to know she was still here.

But my blood boiled at the thought - she still cares for him. Sebastian. The version of me she likes. The gentle one. The weak one. She wants the soft hands, the kind smile. But I'm the one who protects her. I'm the one who sees the danger behind her naivety, the cracks in the faces she trusts too easily. She believes people are good because they smile sweetly and speak softly. What a fool.

You're wrong, Melisa. I see the truth. I see through them all. And one day, you'll see it too. You'll learn.

You'll learn to depend only on me, not the illusion, not Sebastian, not the pretty lies of the world.

Me. The Monster. I am the one who would burn everything just to keep you safe. I slipped the mask back on.

Quiet. Controlled.

I walked to her room. My fingers curled around the door handle, turning it slowly, carefully like opening a gift I already owned. And there she was.

Thank God. She hadn't run. Not tonight. There she lay peaceful, unaware, beautiful in her sleep.

Good girl.

She's still here. Still mine. And soon, she'll know. She'll understand. She won't want kindness or softness anymore. She'll crave the madness, the obsession - me. Because only I can keep her whole.

Every man that looks at her? I see them. I count them. I remember them. And I hate them.

I leaned in slowly, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Peaceful. Innocent. Unaware of the storm that rages in the shadows around her. I brushed a soft kiss against her forehead. She didn't stir, not even a flinch. She was deep in sleep, exhausted from the day.

So unaware of how much power she held over me just by existing. God, I wanted to lie beside her. To hold her. To feel the warmth of her body curled against mine. But not tonight. Tonight, I had to stay away to give her space, to keep myself from unraveling completely.

Still, as I stepped out of the room, I couldn't help but whisper to her sleeping form:

"If you run again, Melisa..."

I paused, my fingers lingering on the doorframe like a promise. If she leaves, I won't chase. I'll drag her back. There's no world where she walks away from me and breathes easily.

"I'll catch you. Again. And again. No matter how far you go." I closed my eyes, my voice lowering into something cold and eternal.

"Even if it takes forever. Even if you die. I'll haunt you. I'll chase your soul to the edge of every lifetime. I'll never stop. Never get tired. You belong to me - again and again, in every world we meet." Then I shut the door quietly behind me, the echo of obsession following like a shadow. I remember her smile again, losing my mind drinking this rum around my hands. Melisa, why do you make things so difficult?