When Psychos Collide - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Time to Make the First Move Fortunately for him, I had no intention of leaving. Instead, I settled comfortably onto the bed and began taking a proper look around the room that had become my prison. In the past, it had never occurred to me that I might be Cassian's crush. I'd watched every corner of this villa through the security cameras countless times, but nothing had ever stood out to me. Now that I looked closely, it suddenly became obvious that this had been going on for quite a while. After all, everything in this room had been designed according to my tastes.

The walls were painted my favorite light beige. The curtains were the luxury sheer drapes that had been sitting in my online wishlist forever. Even the bedding he'd used for this room was the soft cotton fabric I'd favored for years. The diffuser on the nightstand was the same niche fragrance I'd casually mentioned on social media once, saying it smelled wonderful. Every single detail matched my preferences to aT. Asurge of warm satisfaction bubbled up inside me like simmering honey, washing away all the jealousy and heartache I'd been carrying. 'Sweet! We're each other's obsession.

This will be a beautiful mutual descent into twisted devotion.' As I couldn't exactly go to work in this situation, I quickly drifted back to sleep. I didn't wake again until something warm lightly brushed across my eyebrows and the corners of my eyes. My vision was still blurry, but the first thing I saw was Cassian's handsome face. He sat beside the bed, his fingertips gently tracing my brow and the corner of my eyes. His gaze was tender and completely focused on me. I nearly reached for his hand so I could kiss it. Fortunately, I caught myself before my body could betray my desires.

I quickly put on another anxious expression and asked tremulously, ''W-What... What do you want this time?" A flicker of hurt crossed Cassian's eyes when he saw I was still afraid. Still, it disappeared just as quickly. A moment later, he smiled gently and shifted aside, revealing the table behind him. "I'm not going to do anything," he said softly. "I just came to get you to eat." The dishes were beautifully arranged, with both meat and vegetables prepared to perfection. They looked as though they'd come straight out of a five-star restaurant.

I recognized the cooking immediately-it was Cassian's. Back when I used to spy on him through the security cameras, I'd often watched him cook whenever he had free time. I'd fantasized more than once about inventing a work excuse to lure him away from the house, sneaking inside, and finally having a taste of his cooking. I'd eat a few morsels if it was delicious. If it wasn't... Well, I'd just admire it. I never imagined I'd get to eat it without even lifting a finger to get it. I desperately wanted to open my mouth and take a bite. Nevertheless, I had to keep up my frightened act.