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.

traced the contours of his face, his

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

behind her, nervously gripping her hand, before she finally

she reached Leandro, Seraphina looked up and

curiosity, and there seemed to

enough for dinner?”

“Um.”

looked at her thin shoulders.

“What about now?”

slices of bread, I’m

cigarette illuminating the smile at the corner of his mouth.

to feed.”

or an insult, she looked up at him.

her, his gaze

diverted her gaze and turned to go upstairs,

ditching the cigarette in his hand and reaching

her soft body, something he

and Leandro didn’t

that moment, a flurry of thoughts ran through her mind. Although her

dodge. She just turned her

bright

at her.

was 17, and he was 25.

time, Leandro realized that the little girl who came to the Reynolds family at the

Seraphina was about to start

woods, the light–colored curtains fluttering. Seraphina was lying on her desk, watching the ticking hands on her

the fifteenth of each month, the Reynolds family had a tradition of hosting a family dinner, and all the family members

but she dared

often not coming home for two or three weeks

time.

second dinner after the main meal a year ago, but she

a black car drove into

stood up, watching the car stop in front

got