All Chapters of Sebastian's Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sebastian's pov Dinner that evening was a test of my self-control, and if I were being honest, I barely passed. When Penelope casually mentioned that Petal had made the cheese pasta, my first thought was gratitude. She always went out of her way to make sure I had fish, even if it meant cooking something else for herself. The gesture wasn’t new; she had done similar things before. But today, knowing she’d made something specifically for me made me want to kiss her hands, to hold them against my lips and thank her for every small thing she did. But I couldn’t. Not here, not now. Not when everyone else was around. Instead, I forced myself to utter a simple, “It’s delicious.” That was enough to earn a shy smile from her as she began to eat. Her reaction was innocent, unguarded, and so utterly Petal. As she lifted her spoon, her delicate fingers steady, her lips parted to take the first bite. My breath hitched. Those lips—soft, lush, and maddeningly perfect—were a constant distraction. W

Petal’s POV The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through my curtains, gently waking me up. I stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of the day already beginning to seep into the room. After a few moments of reluctance, I forced myself out of bed and shuffled to the cupboard. Pulling out a set of clothes—a simple yet elegant side-cut top paired with comfortable jeans—I headed to the bathroom. The cold water of the shower was refreshing, washing away the sleepiness and preparing me for the day ahead. I wrapped myself in a towel, dried off quickly, and slipped into my outfit. Tying my hair into a neat ponytail, I admired my reflection for a moment. Perfect for shopping, I thought. With my bag slung over my shoulder, I descended the stairs, the aroma of freshly made breakfast wafting through the air. My mom was already at the dining table, sipping her tea, and my dad was reading the newspaper. “Good morning,” I greeted, taking a seat and serving myself a plate of scrambled eggs and to

Petal’s POV The morning sun streamed through my window as I stirred in bed, the fatigue from yesterday’s shopping trip still lingering in my body. I had slept earlier than usual the previous night, worn out from walking through countless shops with my best friend, Samy. It felt like the pillows and blanket had conspired to keep me in bed longer today, and when I finally glanced at my clock, my eyes widened in horror. I’m late! Throwing off the covers, I scrambled to get ready, skipping the usual leisurely pace of my mornings. My dad, noticing my rush, decided to drop me off at the university to save time. “Eat something before you leave!” Mom called after me. “I will!” I replied hurriedly, grabbing a piece of toast and some juice as I dashed out the door. The car ride felt both too fast and too slow; I couldn’t shake the anxiety of being late for my first class. As we reached the university gates, I jumped out, thanking my dad quickly before rushing toward the English lecture hal

Sebastian’s POV The sound of her voice reached me like a melody cutting through the heavy rain. I turned toward the entrance, my eyes scanning for her. And then I saw her. My Petal. My girl. But what I saw made my blood boil with fury. She stood there, completely drenched, the rain clinging to her like an uninvited guest. Her dress stuck to her body, highlighting every delicate curve I loved and cherished. She looked stunning—too stunning for my peace of mind. But that wasn’t the worst of it. No, what sent a fire raging through my veins was the boy standing near her, his eyes shamelessly drinking her in, like a predator eyeing his prey. It was as if he was undressing her with his gaze, his intentions clear in the way he looked at her. My fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I fought the overwhelming urge to rip him apart on the spot. And then she saw me. Her wide, innocent eyes met mine, and I could see the shock etched on her face. She was shivering, whet

Petal’s POV My stomach throbbed from where Sebastian’s shoulder had dug into me, a dull ache that refused to subside. He finally let me down, and I stumbled slightly, trying to regain my balance. The room was large and elegant, but my mind wasn’t on the decor—it was on him. I glanced at him cautiously. He stood there, his broad back to me, his wet clothes clinging to his body, his gaze locked on the doors across the room. He looked deep in thought, almost as though he was wrestling with himself. For a brief moment, I considered this my chance. Maybe he wouldn’t notice if I slipped out quietly. My heart pounded as I turned toward the door. One step. Two steps. My fingers reached for the handle, trembling with urgency. But before I could turn it, a loud thud startled me. A large hand slammed the door shut, and the sound echoed in the room, making me flinch. My breath caught in my throat as I froze, my back still facing him. “Don’t even think about it,” Sebastian’s voice was dangerous