I wasn’t supposed to notice him.
Not in that way.
He was just standing there calm, unreadable, too polished to belong in a place like this. Like he didn’t care about the rain slipping down his coat or the way the cold clung to his collar.
Like the world moved around him.
I hadn’t even meant to look.
But I did.
And something in me… shifted.
He had the kind of face that doesn’t beg for attention it commands it. Sharp, quiet power written in the way his mouth never smiled, in the way his eyes god, those eyes flicked past people like they weren’t worth being seen.
Blue. With the slightest green. Cold, alive, unreachable.
He looked like everything I was never meant to want.
And that’s exactly why I did.
I only saw him once.
At the company dinner. Standing next to my boss her husband.
She introduced us like it meant nothing.
Like he didn’t just glance at me and make my whole skin burn.
I pretended not to feel it.
He didn’t. He looked straight at me just long enough for it to matter.
And I’ve thought about him every day since.
That’s the thing about obsessions.
They don’t knock. They don’t ask permission.
They just slip in quietly and stay.
So yes I saw him once.
Just once.
And it was already too late.
He was mine. In my head. In my hunger. And I wasn’t letting go.
by Inevitable_Sleep_226