Adam & Eve · A Tale of Obsession

My want for her—from the very beginning—had always been wicked, immoral, and frightening. The intensity of it scared even me, and nothing ever scared me. She made me feel for the first time in my life. For a man like me, that was terrifying, but it was also fucking exhilarating. Soon, my want turned into need, and then obsession. From there, it developed into full-blown addiction. She became all that I thought of.

If I was a better, less selfish man, I would have forced myself to stay away from her. We were from two different worlds; one light, one dark. I knew the darkness of my world would inevitably swallow her whole. But I couldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t even lie and say I’d tried. I hadn’t. Every fiber of my being screamed that Eve was mine. She was meant for me. I could live without her, but I didn’t want to.

I was rational enough to know that she wasn’t ready for me, though. She was too naive, too innocent, too young. I’d break her. So, in silence I’d suffered. Watching, wanting, waiting, needing only her. She was always right within my reach but never close enough to touch. Until… I took her.