His Quiet Obsession
Introduction
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Hello everyone!👋🏻
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I've been thinking a lot lately, and this story came to mind. Except for the current story I'm doing, (Contractually yours), though, I don't know if this story will gather readers, but, still, I want to share this.
It's hard to update daily, but I will do my best to update.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used here. All credits go to the rightful owners.
Author
Lucien Moreau
Age: 32
Height: 6'8"
Occupation: Mafia boss and CEO of an international logistics and private security empire.
Appearance: Tall and powerfully built with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. Fair, flawless white skin, always impeccably dressed in tailored suits. Piercing, calculating eyes that seem to read everyone’s intentions.
Personality: Dominant, cold, intensely intelligent. Speaks only when necessary. Every move is calculated.
Condition: Suffers from mysophobia—an intense fear of germs and contamination. If a woman touches him, he reacts violently, frantically washing or scrubbing himself until he feels clean again. This stems from childhood trauma and control issues.
Insomnia: Due to his traumatic upbringing, he sleeps barely two to three hours a night—until he meets Selene. Her presence calms him in a way no drug, no therapy ever could.
Emotional Conflict: Doesn't understand why Selene doesn’t fear or chase him. Becomes dangerously possessive when he realizes she’s the only one who makes him feel safe—and human.
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Selene Torres
Age: 27
Occupation: Executive secretary at a prestigious finance firm (not connected to Lucien’s company)
Appearance: Striking beauty with porcelain white skin, a curvy yet elegant figure, long dark lashes, and expressive eyes. Sexy without trying—commands attention when she walks into a room.
Personality: Strong, resilient, and wickedly smart. She’s funny in a subtle, clever way, and never afraid to speak her mind. She doesn’t trust easily, especially after her best friend, Emily, betrayed her by seducing and stealing her long-time boyfriend.
Emotional Conflict: She doesn’t want to rely on anyone anymore. Especially not a dangerous man like Lucien. But there's something about the way he protects her... the way he never lies to her... that slowly starts to crack the walls she built.
Author
I will have supporting characters, but I will not put the names in here.
CHAPTER ONE: Bitter Black and Sweet Encounters
The café buzzed with espresso scents and chatter. Selene Torres was lost in her laptop, iced mocha forgotten and melting, much like her week.
Selene Torres
(typing)
Almost done with this report... just a few more lines.
Suddenly, a tall man in a black coat stepped inside, sharp and tense like a storm in spring.
Lucien Moreau
(thinking)
Coffee shops... loud, messy, unpredictable. But today, I need caffeine.
He joined the line, regret already settling in.
[Sound effect: Cup scraping]
Selene Torres
Oops! Sorry!
She bumped into him. Her elbow brushed his hand.
Lucien Moreau
(voice tight)
You touched me.
Selene Torres
(raising an eyebrow)
Uh... you’re welcome?
Lucien Moreau
(avoiding eye contact)
...
Selene Torres
(smirking)
You gonna sue me or something?
He turned to leave, but her laugh—light, careless—lingered longer than it should have.
Lucien Moreau
(thinking)
Why does her laugh stay with me?
Lucien stepped outside, the café door closing behind him with a soft chime. The air was colder than before—but his palm still tingled.
Lucien Moreau
(thinking)
No gloves. No irritation. Just... warmth?
He paused on the sidewalk, frowning. In his world, nothing ever touched him without consequence. People, emotions, chaos—he kept them all at arm’s length.
Lucien Moreau
(low voice)
Get it together, Moreau.
Behind him, Selene returned to her laptop, half amused, half confused.
Selene Torres
(typing, whispering)
Weirdest encounter ever.
Selene Torres
[Selene's thoughts]
Who walks into a coffee shop dressed like a mafia villain and gets offended over elbows?
Still, something about his eyes—storm-grey and haunted—stuck in her mind longer than her overdue deadlines.
Selene Torres
(smile)
But… he's handsome..
[Sound effect: Phone buzzes]
Selene Torres
(sighs)
Ugh. Another email.
As she scrolled, her gaze drifted to the door he’d disappeared through. And just for a second—only a second—she wished she’d asked for his name.
Lucien Moreau
(in his car, staring at the rearview mirror)
Who is she?
He didn’t know her name yet. But he would.
And once Lucien Moreau wanted something…
He always found a way.
CHAPTER TWO: Shadows in the Glass
Jazz music hummed softly through the sleek penthouse. Selene leaned against the kitchen counter, swirling red wine in her glass. The city lights flickered beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, but her eyes were distant, lost deep in memories.
[Flashback: Father’s cold voice, echoing in the marble hallway]
Roland Torres
Five days.. Five days after your mother’s funeral, Selene. You’ll get used to it.
Selene Torres
(voice trembling)
You never loved her... She was a means to an end. A trophy, nothing more.
Her father smirked, leaning in with cruel delight.
Roland Torres
(harsh)
She had wealth, shares, land—the kind of power that builds empires. And I built it all.
Roland Torres
(He glanced at a photo of two children.)
They’re mine. Born before you. Before she ever came into the picture.
The betrayal cut deeper than grief.
Selene, 25, frozen outside an apartment door.
[Inside, muffled sounds]
Breathless moans. Soft kisses.
Through the glass, Selene saw Ethan—her boyfriend of seven years—and Emily, her best friend. Naked. Kissing.
Ethan Go
(whispering)
I’m happy to be with you, babe
Her heartbreaking realization.
Her surprise night turned into a shattered future.
The wine glass trembled in her hand. The phone rang, cutting through the silence.
Camilla Bahadur (Boss)
(through phone)
Selene, I need the revised report by morning.
Selene Torres
(steady but tired)
On it.
Life didn’t stop for ghosts. But beneath the jazz and city lights, Selene knew one thing—
Selene Torres
(soft, almost whisper)
No one had ever truly stayed. Except maybe… someone new.
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