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 clear brows and eyes

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

smooth, slender arms unconsciously moved behind

reached Leandro, Seraphina looked up and

was indeed looking at her, his eyes seemed to hold a hint of curiosity, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips,

have enough for dinner?” he asked.

“Um.”

at her

“What about now?”

I’m

to smoke, the glow of the cigarette illuminating the smile

to feed.” he said.

a compliment or an insult, she looked up

her, his

diverted her gaze and turned to go upstairs,

his hand and

body,

froze, and Leandro didn’t move either.

thoughts ran through her mind. Although her brain

She just turned her head to look at Leandro.

sharp, clear eyes, bright and sparkling under the

stared at her.

17, and

that the little girl who came to the Reynolds

Seraphina was about to start her

fluttering. Seraphina was lying

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

full of anticipation, but she dared not hope too much.

Leandro seemed to be busier and busier, often not coming

time.

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

into the Reynolds‘ family

stood up, watching the car stop in

got out of the car.