Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

After the first snowfall, it truly felt like the grip of winter had taken hold.

Winter was a time for coziness, yet Seraphina, who had been coasting in a languid state for the better part of the year, found herself caught up in a whirlwind of activity as the cold season settled in.

The art gallery she managed was buzzing with preparations for a new exhibition. This time, the exhibition was set to take place at the renowned Sunburst City Art Museum, and the theme was a retrospective of masterpieces by the great painters from generations past.

Among the featured works were iconic pieces from the masters of the yesteryears, as well as contemporary contributions from artists like Malcolm and Carney Bennett.

The concept for the exhibition was the gallery’s manager’s idea, and she threw her full support behind it, immediately setting plans in motion and diving into the multifaceted preparations.

Admittedly, showcasing Carney alongside Malcolm and the legendary greats felt a tad premature, but Seraphina believed in Carney’s artistic merit and felt he more than deserved the honor. She was determined to realize the dreams and aspirations that Carney hadn’t lived to see fulfilled.

Her dedication meant that Seraphina was fully immersed in the event, dashing between organizers and exhibitors to secure as many prestigious pieces as possible.

But, work had a way of encroaching on family life, and Seraphina couldn’t help but feel she was neglecting home.

Valerio had his reservations about her absence, but when he learned she was doing it all in memory of his late grandfather, he understood and kept his peace.

The frenzy lasted until late December when Seraphina finally began delegating tasks, allowing herself some much-needed respite.

After all, Christmas was around the corner, as was the wedding day of Bowen and Tania. She needed to be at her best for their special day.

On a rare afternoon off, Seraphina returned home early.

The housekeeper was busy in the kitchen, and Conway was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in a TV show. His surprise at her early arrival was evident as he teased, “Look who is back.”

Seraphina smiled, settling beside him and leaning on his shoulder with a sigh. “I’m beat, Grandpa.”

“You remember what it’s like to be tired?” Conway chortled. “Well, that’s good. I thought you’d forgotten with all the busyness.”

Detecting something in his tone, Seraphina looked up at him. “Grandpa, beating around the bush isn’t your style.”

Conway chuckled, then quizzed her, “Do you even know what day it is?”

“The 21st.”

“And tomorrow?”

“The 22nd.”

“And yesterday?”

Frowning, she replied, “The 20th… Are you testing a child?”

“Yes, the 20th,” Conway said with a twinkle in his eye. “And what day is that?”

“The 20th…?” Seraphina puzzled over the date until realization dawned, and her face fell.

head

awkwardly, replying, “It was my

something like that?” Conway chided. “The whole world remembers it, except you. Is that

remind me…” she muttered, then gasped, remembering the jewelry set on her vanity the night

in. “Was he planning to celebrate

busy?” Conway replied. “He expected you’d come home early, just

tell me?” she protested. “If he had, I would’ve

much he indulges you?” Conway

used to be different. Lately, he’s been… indulging me too

an eyebrow at her words. “Do you like this indulgent side

prefer him a bit colder and more…

house, she felt a draft behind her neck. Turning around, she saw Leandro coming downstairs with a

back,” he said. “Do you want me to run a bath

unusually tender,

still couldn’t get used

“I’m not in the mood

up here. I’ve got a present

as she followed him, sending pleading

wondering what her indulgent husband had in store

she found

right? Well, it just so

leaned in eagerly,

masterpieces at his disposal.

help but feel a

turned to face Leandro, “Are you sure you want

are you

a moment’s hesitation, Seraphina spoke

“Hmm,” Leandro responded nonchalantly.

even remember when

“Hmm.”

I didn’t get

look at her calmly,

you be angry or upset?” Seraphina pressed, “I’d almost prefer if you were cold and distant

chin and

then slowly

his voice deep, “Well,

he tenderly nibbled on Seraphina’s earlobe. Realizing she had been played, Seraphina’s temper flared, and she

sore and utterly drained,

until Valerio came home from school that Seraphina mustered the energy

a day at home, the family settled in the upstairs lounge for some quality time

Seraphina, including the latest drawing techniques he was itching to show

everything, he suddenly realized he was out of red