♡ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞
In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that...
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Aary's Pov
The night was serene, with the moon's silver glow painting the sky and the room. The moon hung in the sky, illuminating everything in its gentle light. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, adding to the calm ambiance with a gentle, natural melody. I've never felt this calm and yet so damn happy ever. And the reason was the girl sleeping in my arms.
I looked down, my Precious lay nestled in my arms, a vision of serenity itself. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment. Her face, bathed in the moon's gentle caress, accentuating her beauty, making her seem almost otherworldly. I watched as her eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly, like the wings of a butterfly, fanning her beautiful cheeks.
Her lips looked like rose petals in the moonlight, which are usually filled with laughter, pouts and conversation, were now in a serene, tranquil repose. Lips that made sure to return my favour by marking me hers. I sure as hell loved that. Her hair cascaded around my shoulder-it was all a testament to the incredible wonder that was her existence.
She was clutching the shirt around my arms in a tight grip as if I'll go away if she doesn't. I gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, and she stirred just slightly, nuzzling closer to me. Grinding a little on my erection , thank God she is asleep. Only I know how I've controlled myself the whole night. I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, unable to hold it back, cherishing this moment between us.
Today was a big step for us in our relationship. After giving my best in trying to learn her, I finally made the move to help her see herself as I did. I gotta admit though, reading her is quite hard. Reading people's mind has always been my strength. I know what they think and are with their expressions and looks, it just helps me in intimidating them easily. I am accustomed to deciphering emotions, intentions, and hidden meanings behind words and actions of people. But this girl, she is a game changer. When it comes to her, it's like trying to read a book written in a language I've never encountered before.
Her expressions, her words-they're like an enigmatic puzzle that refuses to be solved. It isn't like she intentionally hides anything, it's just that she possesses a depth of complexity that eludes my usual analytical skills.
She was a captivating mystery, and every interaction with her left me with more questions than answers. It was as if her emotions were written in invisible ink, and I was struggling to find the right light to reveal them. I couldn't help but be drawn to that challenge, to the allure of unraveling the puzzle that is her heart, mind and soul.
It was both frustrating and exhilarating, this inability to read her like an open book. It kept me on my toes, kept me guessing, and made every encounter feel like an adventure into uncharted emotional territory. And that is why I delved into her world. The world she keeps buried inside her beautiful little heart.
I delved into the types of books she read, hoping to find some insight into her mind. It was like embarking on a literary journey through her mind, heart and soul. The books she reads, they reveal so much about her. The genres, the authors, the themes-all became clues to understanding the woman who has become the object of my obsession since the moment I saw her.
