Twisted Obsession: Possessed by my fiancé's father.

His warmth surrounded me entirely, his hot breath ghosting over my hair, and his bare chest was solid-unyielding. But his voice?

His voice was weak. For the first time, I heard fragility in it.

"Do you realize... that you're the same age as my son?"

His shaky breath fanned against my head, carrying a weight of emotions I couldn't yet grasp. But his next words were harsher than anything I had ever heard from him before.

I said nothing. I didn't move. But his chest rose and fell sharply as he continued, his tone growing colder.

"Do you remember who raised you?"

My fingers clenched against his skin, but I didn't pull away.

"Have you forgotten that you once called me Daddy?" His words sliced through me like a poisoned dagger, his voice carrying the storm of emotions he had fought so hard to suppress. "That you could barely pronounce my name back then?"

I swallowed hard, my throat burning. But before I could even process it, the question that shattered me completely fell from his lips.

"Do you understand the difference in age between us? Are you ignoring the fact that my son loves you... and is going to marry you?"

His words caged me in a fire I couldn't escape from. But despite everything-despite all the logic he was forcing onto me-I could no longer deny the truth burning inside me.

I loved Dominic Blackwood.

And no matter what he said, no matter how much reason he tried to impose on me... I couldn't fight it.

I lifted my head sharply, my eyes blazing with the fire consuming me from within.

"I don't care!" I screamed, my fists trembling as they struck his chest. "I don't care about any of it! I don't care, Dominic Blackwood!"