In the dark hours of the night, when the world is quiet and secrets come alive, our forbidden game ignites an inferno of raw desire. Every whispered command, every teasing word, and every rough caress of language pulls us deeper into a world where passion is dangerous, and surrender is both a weapon and a promise. This is a story of intense attraction-a dark, relentless pull that leaves us breathless, craving, and unashamedly wild.…
It started with a voice-low, dark, and addictive. A stranger I'd never met, yet somehow, he became everything.We were just a game at first. Just teasing words and late-night calls that left me breathless. But then he started demanding things. Telling me what to do.Take your pants off, baby.And the worst part? I almost did.He says I belong to him. That no one else can have me. That Daddy loves me.But obsession is never safe. And the deeper I fall, the more I realize-he's hiding something. Something big. Something dangerous.And by the time I figure out what it is, it might already be too late.…
It started as a game-late-night calls, teasing words, a dangerous addiction we fed with nothing but our voices. We had never met. Never touched. But that didn't matter. He owned me in ways no one ever had. And I let him.But obsession is a fickle thing. It blurs the lines between love and possession, between desire and control.He says I'm his. That no one else can have me.He doesn't just want my body. He wants my mind. My soul.And the scariest part?I think I want to give it to him.But something isn't right. He's hiding things-dark things. And the more I fall, the more I realize...I might not be the only one obsessed.…
She's obsessed with him. The boy she's never met, the voice that haunts her nights, the addiction she can't quit. He's toxic, a game she knows she'll lose, but she plays anyway-because losing him would be worse.He's obsessed too, but he hides it. He keeps his voice steady, his words careful, never letting her see just how deep she's buried inside him. He pushes her away with silence, then pulls her back with whispers that leave her gasping.They only call. They've never touched. But the connection between them is a slow-burning madness, a love story written in obsession, control, and the kind of desire that consumes.And when the time finally comes to meet, the question isn't if they'll destroy each other. It's how much it will hurt.…