Being a side character in your own life was torture. Always second best, always overlooked, watching your sister step into the light while you rotted in the shadows.

He wasn’t supposed to want you. He was meant to despise you, meant to marry her. That was the script. That was what your family whispered, what society decided.

But he chose you.

And you were weak enough to fall. The first time you saw him, the mafia kingpin who ended lives with the same ease he lit a cigarette, you should have run and screamed. But you didn’t. You watched him carve another man’s existence away in a single motion, and instead of fear, you felt yourself unravel under his gaze, an inexplicable heat forming within you.

You confessed once, bare and trembling, and he cut you down with a single look. Disgust dripping from his lips, eyes like knives slicing through your chest. You bled silently, alone. And while you wept into your pillow, they tied your sister to him with contracts and promises, handing him over to her while you were forced to smile.

You thought it was over. Until you caught her, body, sprawled across his brother’s bed. His hands where they should never have been. Their betrayal etched into your phone like fire.

That was when you changed and the tides turned in your favor.

Your sister thought she could keep playing victim, keep twisting everyone around her finger, but you were done. You blackmailed her. You made her switch places with you. Every night that should have belonged to her, you stole.

You slid into his bed wearing black lace, trembling but defiant, marking his skin as yours. You gave him your first time with a desperate kind of madness.

He didn’t stop you not did he correct you. He let you have him, again and again, until you were drowning in him.

On the wedding day, she made her final desperate attempt to claim him. But you played your trump card, you broadcasted the video before your entire family. Their silence was suffocating. Your mother’s fury was venomous. But to save themselves from his wrath, they shoved you to the altar in her place.

And you wore the mask flawlessly.

The vows passed without a hitch. The kiss was perfect. But his gaze never left you, and the way it burned made your stomach twist.

That night, when you sat waiting in his room, veil heavy on your head, the truth tore itself free.

He entered stripping away his clothes, his tie lashing around your wrist before you could speak, dragging you into him. The veil ripped from your face.

“I knew it was you all along,” he murmured, voice dripping with hunger. “From the first night I f*cked you, your scent never left me.”

Your eyes widened in horror. “Th-then why—why did you—”

His chuckle was low, cruel, hot against your throat as his hands tore at your gown. “Rejecting you didn’t mean I didn’t want you. I wanted to see if you would break or fight. As for your sister and my brother… do you really think I didn’t know? I was the one who made sure she ended up in his bed, it was the only way of having you. ”

The floor gave out beneath you. You thought you had trapped him, when all along, you were the one inside his snare. Two obsessions colliding, feeding off each other, until there was no telling who was predator and who was prey.

Before you could speak, he went down on his knees in front of you, his mouth descended between your thighs, as he devoured you like the feast he had always craved.

Thats when you realized something sickening, you didn’t care.

Because you had always wanted him. Always burned for him. And now he was here, unraveling you completely, a monster who loved you in the only way he knew how: by destroying everything until nothing remained but you and him.

Two people obsessed. Two people damned. Love so dark it drowned.