I stir, pulling her closer, wanting to feel the warmth of her breath against my skin. My fingers instinctively find their way into her soft hair, playing with the strands as I watch her sleep peacefully. The sight of her curled up in my arms, her face nestled against my chest, brings an inexplicable sense of calm. But beneath that calm lies the storm brewing inside me — a storm of obsession, possession, and an uncontrollable need for her.
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