Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Back in 2009, at Reynolds Manor in Sunburst City.

Late at night, the mansion was all quiet. Seraphina Bennett carefully pushed open her bedroom door, tiptoeing down the stairs and into the kitchen.

At dinner, Bruce Reynolds and his wife Gloria started arguing again. The rest of the Reynolds family didn’t know how to deal with it, let alone Seraphina, a little girl fostered in this household.

Seraphina hid in her room and didn’t even eat her dinner. Now, it was midnight, and she couldn’t stand the hunger anymore, after all, she was at the age where her body was growing.

Opening the fridge, Seraphina found only two slices of bread. Not much, but enough to fill her rumbling belly a bit.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed outside the window. Someone was driving home.

Seraphina skillfully hid behind the kitchen door, munching on the bread while listening carefully.

The front door of the mansion creaked open, familiar footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Seraphina counted the steps as she listened, and when she reached thirty, she peeked out from the kitchen.

It was nighttime, the moon was bright, casting a frosty glow throughout the house.

The man walking in was tall and handsome, his broad shoulders bathed in the moonlight, making him look rather dashing.

After watching for a moment, Seraphina retreated back into the kitchen, contentedly finishing her bread.

Having not seen him for about a week, she didn’t expect to see him tonight, but there he was.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, she quietly finished the last bite of bread. Hearing no more noise outside, she opened the door and stepped out.

Just as she walked out of the kitchen, she looked up, and then she froze.

Halfway up the winding staircase, Leandro Reynolds was leaning against the railing, smoking a cigarette. He had taken off his jacket, looking relaxed and casual, a far cry from his usually strict and meticulous demeanor. The moonlight poured over his crisp white shirt, creating a faint halo around him, making him seem like at mirage.

Seraphina stood at the kitchen door, like a frightened fawn.

Leandro turned his face towards her.

softly traced the contours of his face, his clear brows and eyes

be looking at her, or perhaps…waiting for her.

moment, Seraphina was confused. Her smooth, slender arms unconsciously moved behind her, nervously gripping her

looked up

curiosity, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips, though it was

have enough for dinner?” he asked.

“Um.”

looked at her thin shoulders.

“What about now?”

slices of bread, I’m full now.” Seraphina

cigarette illuminating

feed.” he said.

wasn’t sure if this was a compliment or an insult, she looked up at him.

at her, his gaze deep, and

diverted her gaze and turned to go upstairs, but

immediately ditching the cigarette in his hand and

body,

froze, and Leandro didn’t move either.

Although her brain and her heart were in a state of utter chaos, her body

dodge. She just turned

clear eyes, bright

at

was 17, and he was 25.

little girl who came to the Reynolds family at the age

about to start her

the light–colored curtains fluttering. Seraphina was lying on her

family had a tradition of hosting

anticipation, but she dared

seemed to be busier and busier, often not coming

time.

gotten into the habit of having a second dinner after the main meal a year ago, but

car drove into the Reynolds‘

watching the car

got out of the car.