Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 207

The cold water in the fridge was all gone, and Seraphina, after a moment’s thought, decided to drop some ice cubes into a glass, fill it with water, and give it to Leandro.

She went upstairs with the glass, her heart full of anticipation.

Sure, it was just a glass of water, but to her, it was a sign of her growing connection with him.

The day had the feel of a teenage fantasy-fleeting but enchanting, even if it might have been an illusion

Yet, as Seraphina re-entered her room with a glass of water, that gentle reverie dissolved There, at her desk, sat Leandro, thumbing through her textbooks. Panic surged within her. She rushed over, setting the glass down precariously while trying to reclaim her book

Caught off guard, Leandro released the textbook. But in that hurried motion, the glass teetered, then tipped, spilling cold water directly onto him.

“Oops!” Seraphina immediately started scrambling, dropping the textbook onto the floor and bending down to dry Leandro off, picking out ice cubes from his clothes.

Most of the water had spilled on Leandro’s pants, but in her panic, she didn’t notice and went straight to clean up his pants.

By the time she realized what she was doing, Leandro had grabbed her wrist.

This was, without a doubt, pretty awkward

Seraphina blushed so hard that het ears turned red. She lowered her gaze, took a moment to compose herself, then looking at the toppled glass, she bit her lip and said, I’ll go get you another glass of water

Even though the air conditioning was on, the room somehow felt heated.

Leandro cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure.

Seraphina quickly picked up the glass and went to refill it, while Leandro turned his attention back to the textbook she had just snatched from him.

What could possibly be in it that had her so on edge?

the better of him, Leandro reached out and picked up

the door, glanced back

mind had a chance to react, her

back in his

the

“Thud!”

over with his chair, and Seraphina, who had thrown herself at him,

the floor, the cover of the textbook in Leandro’s hand flipped

first page revealed a portrait: short hair, a white

While he

was

couldn’t react. Leandro took a moment to compare the portrait to her before

had always sensed her affection but brushed it off as a fleeting crush. Yet now, that same

casually resting on her body, the heat from her body

he must be

seep into his, and the

the blushing girl in front of him, his mind

his brain was telling him to push her away, but he found

he asked in

confused, her breath quickening as she met

eye’shaking a

waist, drawing her

she felt a mix of exhilaration, anticipation, and nerves. She had never imagined this moment – Iser feelings exposed to him, especially when she felt so caught off guard. The uncertainty of his reaction weighed on her, and her heart raced

response

of emotions made her feel as if she was burning up. When she opened her eyes, she hesitated briefly

impulsive move, unplanned and without forethought. It began gently, just the tender touch of lips. But the soft press quickly deepened into a Tervent embrace. Though inexperienced, she let herself be

the whirlwind of emotions and sensations. Lost In the moment, she struggled to grasp

was no denying that their relationship had