Page 119 of The Dark Obsession

“I couldn’t b-breathe and my heart was beating really fast. That’s how Nero found me, so I held onto him.” She hiccups between strangled sobs. “I- I guess it calmed me enough to eventually pass out.”

“You had a panic attack, little one.” I state through gritted teeth because I feel like breaking every piece of furniture within my reach. I’m not someone prone to violent outbursts like Raffaele, my level headedness has always been my biggest strength and yet here I am, nearly shaking with rage.

That’s not what she needs right now though.

“Do you get them often?” I need to know because it won’t be happening again if I can help it.

“Sometimes, when I get overwhelmed. When thing just get to be too much.” Malory admits quietly.

“What things?”

“Expectations, restrictions. I don’t handle being pressured into things very well. It bottles up inside me until it eventually boils over.”

Malory doesn’t see it because she grew up like this, but from an outsider’s perspective, her parents fucking wrecked her with their emotional abuse.

“Whenever you don’t feel like doing something, you need to tell me, baby.”

I won’t see her cover before anyone, least of all me.

Whatever she wants in life, she’ll get. And I’ll rip anyone to shreds with my bare hands if they dare standing in her way.

“From now on, you’ll never settle. You’ll do things your way, at your own pace. That’s an order, Malory.” I feel a small smile tugat the corners of her lips before she places a soft kiss to the side of my neck. Making my jagged heart bloom with my devotion for her.

I’ll make all her dreams a reality so she won’t need anyone else. It’ll be me and only me who’ll give her the word, fulfilling all her hopes and desires. Ensuring that the thought of leaving me won’t ever cross her mind.

“Ty?” Her soft whisper rips me from my raging thoughts, ensnarling me in the deep, green pools of her eyes.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want to be there for you too, for anything you need.”

The place long-dead within me stirs as my heart quickens, beating just for her.

“You already are.” I say into her mouth, crushing my lips to hers as I unravel entirely, breaking down every last wall I might have clung to. Giving her all the shattered pieces of my heart that she miraculously brought to life.

It rightfully belongs to her, all of it because without her, I’d be nothing. An empty shell incapable of human emotions.

Yet Malory has carved herself a place in my dead carcass that cannot be filled with anything but her.All of her.

What initially began as merely an all-consuming obsession, a need to possess every part of her, has turned into her wrenching feelings out of me I thought were long gone, buried under impenetrable layers of nothingness.

I wanted to own her but now she’s owning me, making me completely and utterly hers.

Malory bites my lower lip and I growl in response, deepening the kiss as our lips battle with unspoken passion.

My girl has been getting bolder lately, exploring her own dark desires and I fucking love it.

Thinking back to when she first came here, she’s truly grown into herself, bloomed under my care.

My little blossom.

I’m fairly certain that she’s partially drawn to my broken soul in an attempt to nurture it back to life like it’s one of her plants. And honestly, she’s the only one who might stand a chance at succeeding.

Either way, none of it matters as long as it means that she’s mine. As long as it’s me who she opens up to, me who she allows to touch her, me who sleeps beside her.

I’ve allowed her glimpses into the deepest fucked-up parts of myself and she has taken everything I’ve thrown at her in stride because this girl was fucking made for me.

My perfect counterpart.

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