The Scent of Obsession🔪🖤

For years, the city had been haunted by the disappearances of women. Some were found lifeless, others vanished without a trace. The police had no leads—no connections, no patterns—except for one chilling detail.

Each missing woman had been described as “pure, untouched, natural.”

A man whose obsession was not with flesh, but with scent. Artificial perfumes disgusted him. Overly sweet, powdery smells repulsed him. He searched endlessly for something real—a scent that could quiet the storm in his mind.

For years, he hunted, kidnapped, tested. Each time, disappointment. Their scent was wrong.

Until he found you

Damion Graves – A man in his early 30s, tall and lean, with a haunting presence. His dark, unkempt hair frames his hollow, piercing eyes—eyes that see through people rather than at them. He moves slowly, deliberately, a predator who never needs to rush. His voice is smooth, hypnotic, but always edged with something unsettling.

The Scent of Obsession

The Night He Took you

The room was a prison of heat, shadows, and tangled sheets. The air was thick—too thick, too heavy. The scent of sweat and something deeper clung to my skin, drowning me in the reality of what was happening.

Thud, thud, thud.

The headboard slammed against the wall—again, again, again. Each impact sent a shudder through my body, the rhythm erratic, merciless.

Damion's body moved against you, pressing, demanding, unrelenting. His fingers gripped your wrists, pinning you down, refusing to let you escape.

You gasped, my voice breaking. "P-putang ina, tanggalin mo!, a-ang sakit!"

He didn’t stop.

His breath was ragged, uneven, desperate. His hands tightened, fingers digging into your skin. His lips ghosted over your ear, his voice dark, wrecked.

"You'll get used to it," he murmured, his tone filled with something terrifying. Something final.

The sheets beneath you were damp, twisted, ruined. The mattress creaked, trembled, groaned under the brutal force.