Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

For her, the phrase “first snow” was distant and foreign.

Snow was nothing exceptional. It graced the streets of Summitville, painted Sunburst City white, and even cloaked Velvetwood in its silent embrace.

She had never harbored an abundance of love or anticipation for snow, except when she was 17. That year, having fallen for Leandro, she found herself eagerly awaiting each new day.

Yet he was invariably busy, often away from home for long stretches, which only made her yearn all the more.

Finally, on New Year’s Eve, she caught a fleeting glimpse of him, a hurried encounter before she scurried off to her room to shower.

After her shower, hair dried and clothes changed, she emerged only to see him, similarly freshened up, ready to step out.

He was wearing a coat. Seraphina’s heart sank, her eyes betraying a hint of disappointment. “You… you’re going out again?”

“Yep.” Leandro glanced at her, stepping closer, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Can’t stand to be without me?”

Turning her face away, Seraphina felt the sting of unshed tears.

She hadn’t seen him in days, and just when they had reconnected, he was leaving again.

The hurt welled up inside her, her eyes reddening with the effort to hold back tears.

She truly didn’t want him to go, the disappointment was genuine, but the words wouldn’t come.

Leandro chuckled at her pained expression, but his voice softened. “Had a prior commitment, I’ll be quick. Will you wait up for me?”

She looked away, murmuring after a pause, “You won’t come back…”

She knew his habits too well; a late-night departure meant he wouldn’t return.

At best, he’d be gone for the day. More often, he’d vanish for days on end.

She was accustomed to it, shouldn’t have expected any different.

Without another word, Seraphina retreated to her room.

She had hurried downstairs to see him, but with him leaving, there was no point anymore.

Back at her desk, she slumped forward, the sorrow deepening.

Then, a knock at her door. Her heart skipped, guessing who it might be, yet hardly daring to believe.

she looked

my word this time.” Leandro leaned against the doorframe, checking his watch. Frowning slightly, he peered out the window,

crept into

life, he had come to make a promise, as

in a way she had

Leandro sought her confirmation

she managed a

just perched by the window, watching Leandro descend the stairs, get into his car, and drive off, her heart surprisingly full of

in bed, sleep eluding

of him. He said he’d be back by dawn, so she waited. From two

to get moving. They had

had broken his

own weakness, knowing she’d soon be longing for him once

got up, washed

breaking, the city still quiet, the Reynolds household no

to resist glancing towards the parking lot – no sign of Leandro’s

her lip,

the tears she had been holding back fell freely. Her cheeks stung in the cold, crisp air as if

quiet, old neighborhood.

two blocks to the main

vision as she trudged along, until, at the corner, she collided

over but was caught in

she found

her, and when she looked up to see him, all she

when he wiped away her tears did

was him, truly

from lack of sleep, his

voice. “I’m a little late and you’re ready to run away from

her, she was unable to answer

yet, tree-lined streets casting

cars, no people, just the two of

leaned in

the kiss sent warmth flooding

long while before she spoke in a hushed voice, “You

it, but I didn’t expect the car

up at him. The car broke down on the