Bound by Fatal Obsession

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ght smoking,

lingering in the air. Oh, fuck. He smells fucking good. I'm already wet

like smoker

a ridiculous question. I'd stop smok

udents who smoke

with that domineering voice. Ah. I'm fucking wet. I can't stand being in Cai

." Caius clear

W-what is it?" I asked. M

long fingers. I unconsciously bit my l

e again, Ms. Dominguez, at least not he

pointed nose looks perfect. He has pinkish and kissable lips. I've been dying to touch his clean-shaved and prominent jaw... and damn, he has tattoos on his fingers up to

as I know, visible tattoos are prohibited for te

leave now," Caius said,

e handkerchief he brings every Tuesday. I fought the urge to snatch it and inhale his sce

cockroach," I said,

chief and hid it in my pocket. Caius looked at me with confusi

away," I j

t. It's the twelfth handkerchief that I've stolen from him. When I can no longe

talked to me. I don't care about them anyway. I won't g

even have friends. After high school, I didn't study anymore because I had no interest in it. I didn't care about anything. My parents gave up on me. They kicked me out of their hou

with a candle in my hand. I always celebrate my birthday like that. But he approached me and bought a small cake for me. He smiled at

ll in love. I want him more than anything. I dedicated my life to him

appy the most is the fact that he has no girlfriend yet. I've been stalking him like hell for three years. I almost know everything about him... even the boxer shorts that he wears, his favorite shampoo

rst-year student. When I found out that Caius was a college professor, I immediately enrolled in

lastered on the wall greeted me. Most of them are pictures that I capt

y hidden camera that I installed inside Caius' house. My life is worthless shi

of pleasure rushed through my veins down to my core. I lay on the bed, still holding the handkerchief and smelling it. I can smell Caius' favorite p