𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞

I'm addicted to Prince Charming .

Obsession is the rawest form of ownership... of possession since antiquity.
He wasn't mine to take.
But I will snatch him if I must.
I meant for him to see only me.
To be the night to his day.

But, what I failed to see was his darkness getting drawn to mine.
Who I had always seen and thought of as Prince Charming was far from it.
He was the Black Prince.
Beautiful from the outside.
Hollow on the inside.

Remington Astor holds it all. The world knew him as nobility. A Player. A charmer. And every vanilla girl's dream come true.

What I alone knew was that he was a master of deception. He lied to perfection.
His smiles. His jokes. His existence. Everything was a lie. And what greater monster to exist than an undetected one.

My quest of ownership and possession of his heart into my palms took a straight dive to hell. After I brought back life to his darkness.

Now he is out for me. Not for something as simple and obsession or ownership.

But for COMPULSION.

I had compelled him to be mine. And now he will compel me into a greater darkness than I ever have before. All while holding an aristocratic smile.

What he doesn't realise is that if he is the God of Deceit. I am nothing short of the goddess herself.