Sinful Obsession

30. 30 – Vito

30 – Vito

I walk beside her, my steps slow and measured. Vienna—or Lilith, as she now fully embodies—is a force of nature. She carries herself with an edge that wasn’t there before, a sharpness in her eyes that cuts through the gloom of this place. Even the other patients notice; their stares ranging from awe to fear as we pass through the hallways toward the room where her group therapy takes places.

I smirk to myself. They should fear her. She’s magnificent.

As we approach the room, two orderlies block the doorway. They’re always here, always watching, but today I’m not in the mood for their interference. Vienna pauses beside me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tilts her head. There’s something almost predatory about her now, the way she assesses them like they’re obstacles to be removed rather than people.

“Wait here,” I say softly, stepping forward. She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue, leaning casually against the wall.

The orderlies glance at each other as I approach, their gazes sharpening with suspicion. “Patients are required to attend therapy,” one of them says, his tone flat. “No exceptions.”

I let my smile widen, just enough to disarm them. “Of course,” I say smoothly. “But I think we can make an exception today.”

The taller of the two snorts, folding his arms. “Rules are rules.”

Rules. How cute.

I take a step closer, lowering my voice. “You’re overworked, aren’t you? Constantly monitoring patients, enforcing rules that don’t make sense. It’s exhausting.”

The orderly blinks, his posture stiffening. “What are you—”

“You don’t need to monitor her anymore,” I continue, my voice just above a whisper as I push a bit of honey into my tone. “She’s fine. No trouble at all. Let her be.”

The other orderly frowns, shaking his head. “We can’t just—”

I shift my tone, letting a thread of power weave through my words. “Of course you can. It’s easier for everyone, isn’t it?”

For a moment, they hesitate, their eyes flickering with uncertainty. But then the taller one’s gaze locks onto mine and something shifts. His eyes flash red—just for a second—and when they return to their usual color, his expression is blank, compliant.

“You’re right,” he says slowly. “No need to enforce attendance.”

The second orderly looks at him in surprise, then at me. “But—”

“You agree,” I say, turning my attention to him. “Don’t you?”

His lips part as if to argue, but then his eyes flicker red as well. When he speaks, his voice is softer, almost dazed. “Yes. No need to enforce attendance.”

Vienna watches the exchange with a faint smile, her arms crossed. She steps forward as the orderlies move aside, their postures slack and docile. “Good boys,” she says, her tone laced with amusement.

We pass through the now-open doorway, but I don’t miss the way the other patients in the room stare at her. Their whispers follow us, hushed but urgent, and I catch fragments of their words: Lilith, demon, terrifying.

She’s still human—technically—but her presence has shifted. The way she walks, the way she commands attention without saying a word… it’s intoxicating. She doesn’t belong in this broken place; she belongs to the dark, untouchable and eternal.

The therapy session is a joke, her mere presence making the others too uneasy to speak. By the time we leave, she’s practically buzzing with energy, her eyes alight with something fierce and untamed.

In the hallway, I pull her aside, pressing her against the wall. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t shy away. Instead, she looks up at me with that knowing smirk, her confidence electric.

“You’re enjoying this,” she purrs.

I grin, leaning closer until my lips brush against hers. “And you aren’t?”

She tilts her head, her eyes gleaming. “Oh, I am.”

Before she can say more, I capture her lips with mine. The kiss is fierce, hungry, and unlike anything I’ve felt before. This isn’t the Vienna I met days ago. This is Lilith—bold, commanding, and absolutely addictive.

When I pull back, she’s smiling, her cheeks flushed. “You might want to be careful,” she says, her tone teasing. “I’m not the submissive type.”

“Good,” I reply, my voice rough with desire. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

We return to the room, the air still charged between us. The other horsemen are there, their postures relaxed but their gazes sharpen as we enter.

“There’s another crack in the portal,” Vienna announces. She doesn’t wait for their reaction, moving to the center of the room as if she owns it.

I feel it too—the faint hum of energy in the air, the undeniable pull of something ancient and powerful. Testing my own powers, I let a thread of persuasion drift toward Ewan and Kaua, pushing them together just for the fun of it. They resist for a moment, their expressions annoyed, but then their resolve crumbles.

“Are you serious?” Ewan mutters before grabbing Kaua by the collar and kissing him deeply.

I laugh, leaning against the wall as they get lost in each other. “Works like a charm.”

“Not fair!” Nevan whines, crossing his arms like a child. “I want kisses too!”

Vienna laughs, the sound rich and full as she turns to him. “Well, come here then,” she muses, crooking a finger toward him.

Nevan’s face lights up, and he rushes to her side. She takes his face in her hands, pulling him into a kiss that leaves him grinning like an idiot.

The room is alive with laughter and energy, the weight of our situation momentarily forgotten. But as I watch Vienna—Lilith—standing at the center of it all, I realize that we’ve finally reached the beginning of the end.