[Playlist] he is obsessed with you

im a simple girl, i see ''obsessed with you'' i click

No bf . No crush. But still listens to this 😭😭

Use earphones >> listen to this playlist >> open a dark romantic novel >> fantasize >> complete ✅

I mean... Obsessed lovers in real life are scary but I can control my own dream world 🥱

〚𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓹 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮:〛 0:00 Shameless -Camila Cabello ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~ 3:35 Mind Games -Sickick ~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~ 7:22 RUNRUNRUN -Dutch Melrose ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~ 9:41 Tell Me The Truth -Two Feet ~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~ 13:47 Dangerous Hands -Austin Giorgio ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~ 16:54 Be My Queen -Seafret ~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~ 20:17 I Wanna Be Yours -The Arctic Monkeys ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~ 23:17 War Of Hearts -Ruelle ~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~ 27:06 You Put A Spell On Me -Au

0:00 Shameless 3:37 Mind games 7:23 RUNRUNRUN 9:40 Tell me the truth 13:46 Dangerous hands 16:55 Be my queen 20:18 I wanna be yours 23:19 War of hearts

This title→the reason why I work out listening to this music.

POV Background: You're a Psychology Major, living alone in an apartment near college trying to stay away from your family with a criminal background. "I keep feeling that someone's out there. Watching my every move, my every breath. And I know I should be freaked out about it, but it also kinda excites me" I was coming back from my college and it got dark really soon. All I wanted was to take a long hot shower, eat ramen and watch Netflix after this long day. The alleys tend to get darker at this time of the day, with creeps lurking around. Generally, they are no threat to me since most of them are there for the peddlers to get their "stuff" and the rest are a bunch of college bullies who couldn't care less about me. But still, I keep a swiss-knife as my keychain all the time. Mom insisted on me taking that along with a licensed gun for my protection just in case. You see, my family is kinda like a mafia. So I grew up knowing my way around these shady people. Although that's not the future I envisioned for myself, so I left the house, giving the excuse for higher studies. I wanna be a Psychology professor, or atleast a writer if I can. I think I'll make a decent career as an author cause, imagine the kind of stories I'll have being from a family of Mafias. I was about to turn around the corner to get to my apartment, when a sudden chill went down my spine. Someone was here. Instinctively, I grabbed my swiss-knife and turned around to look. Nothing but shadows. This is not the first time I've felt like someone was close around me. Watching me. Maybe one of my family's enemies found out I was living here. But I couldn't say for sure unless the bastard showed up. I thought of asking dad about it, but then dropped the plan. Knowing him, he will probably ask me to pack my bags and get on the private plane ASAP. And that's the last thing I want. I can't thrive in that environment. Besides, I think I have it under control. From all the traces this guy has left, I know that there is just one person. Whoever sent this guy my way, gravely underestimated me. Or it could be that they don't wanna take an action, and just observe. It couldn't be one of dad's henchmen, cause I legit signed a contract where I specifically asked him to not send henchmen or bodyguards my way, unless deemed necessary by me, only then I'll return home as soon as I get my degree. And my dad knows I will sue him and drag him to the court if he doesn't abide. I grew up knowing all the necessary close-combat stuff, handling my weapons, and ofcourse, negotiation and manipulation. If this stalker thinks he can have me that easily, he is in for a huge disappointment. Ignoring the lurking presence, I entered the lift. My room was on the 12th floor. A beautiful and spacious place indeed, with I dare say the best view of the skyline. This apartment was not cheap. I have to work 2 shifts to pay the rent. But I guess the luxury part of my world did not leave me. I twisted the key to open the door, and felt a chill brush past my face. A ghost? There's no way the creep made his way to my room. Frantically I turned on the lights. The apartment looked just like I left. "Maybe I'm just exhausted" I dropped my coat on the couch along with my bag, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and maybe a bit of wine. That's when my eyes fell on something, making me freeze right there. "A black rose" I carefully scanned around the room, looking for any other signs of life. Any movement other than my own shadows. Everything was still. "Shit" I muttered under my breath. If this guy can enter into my apartment, then he clearly is above what I had anticipated him to be. "Looks like I underestimated you too" I twirled the flower before throwing it in the bin. Just then I got a ping. "Didn't like my gift?" a private number. He was watching me. He was inside the house. Crap. "If you have balls show up in the front rather than hiding behind your screen like a coward" "If you say so" Just as I got the text, the light in my apartment went off. "What the fu-" This guy had it all planned! Even though it was dark, I could see the shadows shifting places. I was not alone. Without making any noise, I tried to get to the third drawer; where the gun was, along with the silencer and 3 bullets. I opened the drawer and found it empty. My blood froze. "Looking for this?" A deep raspy voice brushed past my ears as A cold barrel made contact with the back of my head. I could feel the warmth of his presence right behind me. Stupid me, I should've anticipated this. If he got inside my apartment, he'd surely come across my gun. I raised my hand up to my head. In a gesture of surrender. The guy let out a deep powerful chuckle. "What happened? Are you scared now that I'm actually here?" "I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you" I smirked as I twisted the gun from his hand elbowing him in the gut and turning around to point the gun in his direction. Holy shit. The man wore a hoodie and a mask, covering most of his face, except for the eyes. Carnal eyes. This guy was huge! And he definitely radiated power. There was no mistake he was more than just a henchman. He had authority in his eyes. If the circumstances were different, I'd even have considered him to be sexy. But that wouldn't stop me from pushing a bullet through his brain. "Remove the mask, let me see your face" The guy smirked. "Feisty. As expected from the eldest daughter of the Vassezac family" "Remove the mask, I won't ask you again" With one swift movement he snatched the gun and held me against his chest, in a way that my back faced him. Shit. This guy was more powerful than I had thought. The air instantly turned heavier as my heart raced beneath its cage. The guy towered behind me, and took a wiff off my hair, sending chills down my spine. "I intend to show you more than just my face, love. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait." "Who sent you here?" The guy chuckled again. "Do you know what does the black rose mean?" he whispered in my ears. God damn is he here to kill me or seduce me? "It's a symbol of forbidden desire" he said as he bit my earlobe. "You have no idea how long I watched you from the shadows. How long I waited to be near you. To hold you. To devour you" he began kissing my neck, making my knees weak. Heat reached my cheeks and travelled down my body. What the hell Y/n? You're seriously getting turned on right now? "Who the f@ck are you?" I spat at him, trying to not to give out his impact on me. "Someone who is more dangerous that any of the enemies your family ever had. Someone you should be more afraid of. Someone capable of destroying you completely in a way that you'll crave for more. Beg for more. I am your doom. Your destruction." My mouth went dry, and I could taste bile on my tongue. Who the hell is this guy. "And I am...." his lips moved closer to my ears again, and I could feel his hot breath around my nape. "Hopelessly.... dangerously..... obsessively...." he whispered in a low carnal voice, as his other hand snaked around my waist. He pulled me closer to him, so much that my back became one with his sturdy and muscular torso. "In love with you" You can read this story on Wattpad. It goes by the name "I Spy A stalker romance" written by Kim Edina https://www.wattpad.com/story/268710876-i-spy-a-stalker-romance

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☆ Timestamps ☆ - shameless × camilla cambello ~ 00:01 - mind games × sickick ~ 03:36 - runrunrun × dutch melrose ~ 07:23 - tell me the truth × twofeet ~ 09:40 - dangerous hands × august giorgio~ 13:46 - be my queen × seafret ~ 16:55 - i wanna be yours × arctic monkeys ~ 20:18 - war of hearts × ruelle ~ 23:18 - you put a spell on me × august giorgio ~ 27:08

urge to hear run baby''',,run baby is getting dramaticly higher

The feelings of his arms around my waist should have felt like cages, but they felt deceptively warm. His hard chest brushing mine should have made me recoil in revulsion, but it inexplicably beckons me to stay put and near. My hands on his neck should have wanted to strangle him, but why do they want to feel the silky strands of his hair. He pulls me closer, if it was possible at all. His breath, dangerously close to my lips. My mind shuts down, defenestrating any reason or sanity that could possibly will me to take a step back. "Do you feel that," he husks. His dark eyes clashing with mine. The eyes which holds an ocean of mysteries and depths of dangerous promises. The eyes which are pulling me into their perilous chasm. "Feel what," I whisper so lowly, I wonder if he heard me at all. My eyes falls to his chest, unable to hold the intensity of his, and so does my slightly trembling hands. The feeling of uncertainty and something thrilling shoots down my back and tightens my stomach. "No no sweetheart, you don't get to hide those eyes from me, not now not ever," he states as his callous hand tips my chin up, till I am gazing into his eyes yet again. My heart races at the touch and the dominant way he sways us to the tempo of the music. At the ways he pushes the rebellious strands of my hair behind my ear, like a lover. His eyes do not hold any challenge but reflect something else. Something suspiciously akin to satisfaction and dark content as his arms tighen around me, and our dance slows down . The moment turning more potent, more meaningful. We have always been at war with each other. But wars are not supposed to make you feel so exhilarating, so alive. And tonight, by the way he gazes at me, twirls me and holds me...I realize we might have never hated each other at all, but rather mistaken this passion for something else. We might have never been at war in the first place, but on the battlefield fighting together....fighting just to be together.

I need this as therapy before my "responsible adult tasks". ~waiting my bus to go to work~

POV You are a singer in a club and walking home after a performance and you have been feeling that someone is stalking you for many days now Emilia's POV My senses tingled as I walked home from the club, my skin prickling with the feeling of being watched. Quickening my pace, I tried to drown out the city's noises, but they blended into a dissonant symphony around me. The sensation only intensified, like unseen eyes were boring into my back. I spun around, scanning the crowded street, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, the feeling persisted, like a shadow trailing my every step. My heart raced as I hastened my pace, my mind replaying the strange occurrences of the past week: the whispered phone calls, the mysterious messages, the eerie feeling of being followed. I felt it deeply, an unshakable certainty that someone was watching me, tracking my movements. As I turned onto my street, the sensation grew stronger, like a presence closing in. My skin crawled, my instincts screaming warning signals. I felt like I was being herded, like a sheep towards a predator. Fear crept up my spine, making my legs tremble. I fumbled for my keys, my hands shaking as I unlocked my door. Every rustle of leaves, every distant footstep, seemed amplified in the stillness of the night. Stepping inside, I slammed the door shut behind me, leaning against it as if to barricade myself from the darkness outside. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. But the feeling of being watched lingered, like a ghostly presence haunting me. I glanced around my small apartment, the familiar space now casting eerie shadows that seemed to stretch and shift. That night, as I lay in bed, the darkness seemed to pulse with an ominous energy. I tried to distract myself with TV, but the shadows on the screen seemed to writhe and twist, like living things. Despite my fear, a strange thrill coursed through my veins. The idea of being watched, of being desired, stirred something within me. I snapped off the TV, plunging the room into darkness. The silence was oppressive, heavy with foreboding. I pulled the covers tighter around myself, every creak of the building making me flinch. Suddenly, I sensed a movement in the room, a shadow darker than the others. My breath caught in my throat as I saw it: a tall, imposing figure standing at the foot of my bed. I froze, my body paralyzed with fear. A chill ran down my spine as I realized someone was truly there. The figure remained silent, the air around it thick with menace and unspoken intentions. My mind raced, a thousand scenarios flashing before my eyes. Was this the person behind the phone calls and messages? Why was I being targeted? And why did a part of me, deep down, feel a twisted thrill at the attention? Whoever this shadowy figure was, they seemed to take pleasure in my fear, in the power they held over me. The realization made me shudder, yet I couldn't deny the strange excitement that mingled with my terror. As the minutes stretched into an eternity, the figure finally leaned closer, and in a low, chilling voice, he whispered, "Had fun, sweetheart?" My blood ran cold, my heart pounding in my chest. As soon as the light descended on him, the ground beneath my legs seemed to shift, making me feel unsteady. I lay there, heart racing, unable to move, my mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion. With a trembling voice, I managed to whisper, "You..." Who was this person? Did Emilia know him? If she did, then how? would she ever truly understand what was happening to her? And would she be able to confront the shadow that haunted her nights ? As the darkness closed in once more, Emilia realized she was at the mercy of the unseen eyes, caught in a web of fear and fascination that she couldn't easily escape. To be continued....... I write stories on wattpad and this is my first story. if you want to read it, it goes by the name 'Ruthless Obsession' on wattpad. Also if you can't find it with the name only i am providing link and if the link doesn't work, so, type the link on browser https://www.wattpad.com/story/372898810-ruthless-obsession Follow me on wattpad and vote my story, i need your support Subscribe my youtube channel and support me on youtube also

Listening to this while I go down the rabbit hole of fanfiction is... intense. 🖤

(I'm sorry if there are mistakes english is not my native language) POV He is fictional Being hopelessly in love, have you ever felt this feeling in your life. It’s the most pleasurable bliss, and yet the most agonizing pain. What can be more painful? Loving someone who don’t love you back? Loving someone that doesn’t know you exist? Or maybe loving someone that doesn’t even exist? You already know the answer. Being in love with a fictional character and looking in every man a glimpse of him without success. I have longed to find him. My friends tease me everyday talking about their boyfriend. But I can’t just accept any man. I’m probably crazy. My standards are so high and fucked up. I don’t want simply a man to hold hands, joke and share a house. I want an obsessive man, that pushes me to my limit. A man that worship me. A man that is true to me. I want him to be gentle to me and only me but know when to be rough. I want him to shower me with presents and roses. I want him to mark me as his and be mine forever. Red flag. Obsessive. Possessive. Yandere. Stalker. Secretive. Mysterious. Morally gray. Dangerous. Those are the way people would describe my ideal man. And that pushes away my chances to find him. If society disapproves him, he will never show his face to the world. Every second of every hour of every day, I think of him, what he would look like, what he would smell like, the sound of his voice, the intensity of his gaze. I distract myself with pictures wishing they were real. But they aren’t. And I’m in love with a dream. I hope you enjoyed. It was my first attempt and I wanted to express my feelings

Taking a moment to appreciate how a simple white shirt and black trousers make a man look sexy. Have a nice physique n treat yourself good!!!!

for once im listening to these playlists thinking about a real person and not fanfiction this is crazy update: he ghosted me :(((