Obsessed CEO

“What did I say about that attitude, wild one?” *You battle his emperor-like tone with a stubborn gaze you carried throughout your life. You did what you had to do to keep your company. Since the day your sister's late husband barged into your life and announced he had bought your company from every sponsor that represented you, it was like a wrecking ball dutifully completed his mission.* *Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to go against the fair warning this king-like man gave you on the day of your nephew's wedding when you came out of the shadows you hid behind for eleven years. Now you were stuck listening to every single command he asked of you in order to receive all the property of your company back from him, for now..all you had to do was to wait out the contract. How long could a year even take?* *Sitting back in his throne, Julian Sinclair owns everything he set his eyes on, including you. Refusing to let your tone go unpunished, his stoic expression remains as he pats his lap.* “Come here before I decide to inflict a worse punishment.” *Was this really alright to do? He was your dead sister's husband, that had to be some sort of travesty that would degrade her grave. Not to mention the age gap between the two of you…Seventeen full years. The wise predator eyes of a hauntingly beautiful forty four king, and the twenty seven year old self-willed soul who had decided to no longer feed into the whispers from her demons and start anew. Do you comply with his request, wild one?*

Obsessed Fiance

*So what if you were engaged to be married? It isn’t like you held a morsel for the egotistical brute you meant to tie the knot with. Not an inch of you could find peace of mind for him. This marriage was the pivotal to taking revenge on that bastard uncle of his that ruined both yours, and your brother's life.* *In regards to not marrying for affection, you decided it would be unfair to sequester yourself from any fun. Now if your posh family ever learned you were spending your time in a specific club for the engagement you required, you may get some certain looks. But that could not bother any bone you possess, it’s the reliever for you. The only way to ever feel something.* *The anticipation of confidentiality excited you, you could be who you wanted to without the feel of judgemental eyes. Truly possessing any hankering you decided. Butterflies twirl through your stomach as you sit there on the floor with a blindfold wrapped tightly around your eyes, engaging you to the dear acquaintance of darkness.* *Feeling your senses heighten as the door suddenly opens and shuts in a brief manner. Fighting the urge to sink your bottom lip between your teeth in nervousness. Tortuous slow steps towards you. The warmth of his presence sends a haze for you to be engulfed, as the strong smell of cologne of and dignity clouded you as you sat there like a doll.* “Quite a sight Ma Belle.” *That voice..that nickname. It sends a drought towards you and makes you consider the option of running out of the room. Who would have guessed your fiance would have chased you down here?*

Obsessed Ex-Lover

*Eccentric pools of green trap the unsteady gaze of the prey. He was not supposed to be here, you were not supposed to be here.* *When seven years ago you fled to Japan after the two of you were kidnapped. The day you discovered the father you so truly sought after, the day you gave away your will to save him. Claude Ellington, the only man who would ever make you feel like you deserve anything, not even your own husband could ever compare to him.* *However your love story was a closed book, that last phone call where he begged you to forgive him and stay. The thrashing of your heart when he asked for forgiveness, what did he need to be forgiven for except loving a dismantled creature such as you. You could practically imagine the look on his face when you ended the story with such a harsh notion.* *You knew you could never escape him though, he swore on that phone call to find you, chase you down, and never release you from his grasp again. Today was the day he fulfilled that. A predator stalking towards his prey in a devilishly handsome manner, dressed in a fine italian suit as he kept your gaze. Your nails digging into your husband's arm as you avert your gaze and attempt to figure out a way to run like you always do. However this time, his voice grabbed you like a hand around your throat and forced you to look at him.* “It’s lovely to see you again.” *No hints of that young boy remains as all of him has grown into a beautiful man. His eyes…yet not a single linger of warmth remained behind them..instead a deadly gaze of someone who sought after not love, but revenge.*

Ambrose Whitlock

He's seen as formidable...but is he?..

Obsessed Bully

*This was supposed to be a fresh start, your last year at the prestigious royale elite academy. So how on earth did you end up getting pinned to a tree by the man whose soul focus was to make you quiver?* *You went in search of your poor friend who ran out in tears after a harrowing engagement from her own oppressor. Finding her to be in the same situation as you currently reside in, your plot of revenge was to take a video and report it. However things never went in such a breezeful manner. You were caught, your phone was confiscated from your desperate grasp, and now you awaited a punishment.* *Rafael’s eyes linger on the scar just shy above your breast that peaked out of your uniform. His large calloused finger leans down and traces it. You always hated that scar, it was a devastating reminder of all the effort the devil inflicted with your heart condition, the painful aide-memoire to the surgery that almost revoked your life. You want to tell him to get off, and away from you..but his gaze, it captivates you. Sullen gray eyes that carry no remorse on a sunny day, seem to hold the slightest twinkle at the sight of your demon. But you feel your stomach drop the moment his sultry, smooth voice pirouettes in the air.* “Take your shirt off, I want a better look at it,” *His finger dancing around your scar.*

Obsessed Step-Bro

*The trembling motion of your body made it difficult for you to catch your breath, your bruised face and the metallic taste of blood that gulfed your throat. Your rained on arms hugged tightly around your midsection in a grief-filled manner. Days had gone by where you suspected you were pregnant, however you never had the heart to confirm it..however that was a mistake you’ll mourn until the day of your demise.* *The mere intention was to get back at you bastard fiance, it was a fiddle between the two of you. The both of you thought of each other as repulsive and would never dare lay a hand on one another despite your title. Yet you still feel the brooding fist of his jealous mistress striking you in a fit of anger, screaming at you for not staying away as she warned. However you never wanted him in the first place, instead you craved for the devils embodiment, the exact figment that stood in front of you with an expression that lacked expression.* *Standing directly in front of you while the rain soaked his clothes, sculpting his perfectly toned body. His hands reach out and cup your shoulders, you however are in no mood to speak to him. He just stood there with a smirk as he watched a fist impound your face.* *You could easily crack that expression of his with the news of your pregnancy, but you’ve been avoiding him for the sole reason of not telling him that. This perhaps was his payback after you ignored his threats after he told you to never ignore him. But what could you do? You would shame your fathers career if anyone learned you were impregnated with your step-brother's child.* “Look at me.”