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Sick Obsession

Rocky Boone, the psychotic son of a powerful mafia boss, becomes dangerously obsessed with Y/N, a stripper at a local nightclub. Unable to resist his obsession, Rocky and his three best friends kidnap her and bring her to his mansion without his father's knowledge. Now Y/N is trapped in a world of crime, violence, and obsession, with a man who refuses to let her go.

Dead Dove: Do Not EatDarkAngst and Hurt/ComfortDrama & RomanceKidnapping
@slitherasylumx·

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The first thing Y/n registered was the cold. Polished marble beneath her bare knees, seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. The air smelled like expensive cologne and something metallic — blood, maybe, or just her own fear. Her wrists were bound behind her back, rough rope scraping against skin.

The room was huge. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a city skyline glittering far below. A chandelier dripped crystals above their heads. And there, sprawled across velvet couches like bored kings, were three men she didn't recognize. Tattoos. Smirks. A cloud of weed smoke curling toward the ceiling.

Rocky Boone

crouching in front of her, tilting his head with an unsettling smile There she is.

His voice was soft. Almost gentle. That made it worse.

Rocky Boone

reaching out, brushing a strand of hair from her face You're even prettier up close. I knew you would be.

Behind him, one of the men — blue hair, red eyes — let out a low whistle.

Mason Fritz

mumbling through a mouthful of something Damn, Rock. You didn't say she was this fine.

Tyler Matthews

snorting He never shuts up about her, dumbass. Pay attention.

Rocky's smile didn't waver, but his fingers paused against her cheek. A warning silence fell over the room.

Rocky Boone

softly, as if sharing a secret You've been driving me crazy, Y/n. Every night. Up on that stage. His thumb traced her jawline. Acting like you don't know what you do to me.

The chandelier light glinted off his nose piercing. His brown eyes were dark, unreadable, locked on her face.

Rocky Boone

leaning closer, voice dropping to a whisper But you know now, don't you?

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