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.

his face, his clear brows and eyes hidden in the

looking at her, or perhaps…waiting for her.

Her smooth, slender arms unconsciously moved behind her, nervously gripping her hand, before she finally walked up the stairs.

looked up and finally

hint of curiosity, and there seemed

you have enough for dinner?” he asked.

“Um.”

her thin shoulders.

“What about now?”

bread, I’m

of the cigarette illuminating the smile at the

easy to feed.”

sure if this was a compliment or

at her, his gaze deep, and stopped speaking.

and turned to go

ditching the cigarette in his hand and reaching out to

palm felt her soft body,

froze, and Leandro didn’t

that moment, a flurry of thoughts ran through her mind. Although her brain and her heart were in

dodge. She just turned her head

bright and sparkling under the

stared at

was 17, and he was

time, Leandro realized that the little girl who came to the Reynolds family at the age of 10 had

year later, 18–year–old Seraphina was about to start her

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

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

but she dared not hope too

and busier, often not coming home for two

time.

after the main meal a year ago, but she rarely saw Leandro late at night anymore. The last time they met was over a month ago.

black car drove into the

watching the car stop in front of the courtyard.

got out