6.Turbulent Desire

                                    

                                          
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In turmoil's depths, Daniel resides,
A heart torn apart, love's dark tide.
Selin's beauty, his soul's despair,
A longing that's both pleasure and snare.
His guilt-ridden heart, a heavy load,
Yearns for forgiveness, a love to unfold.
A fragile dance of desire and pain,
A love that threatens to drive him insane.
Author's POV:
FlashBack:
As Daniel continued to encounter Selin, an unsettling sensation began to gnaw at him. It was as if she were invading not only his personal space but also his mind. An uncomfortable thought took root: Was she doing this on purpose? Was she trying to push him to the brink of madness?
His thoughts twisted and darkened as he mentally tormented himself, envisioning scenarios in which Selin sustained harm or, even worse, faced a tragic fate. Though he recognized the wrongness of such musings, he felt powerless to stop them.
As the days wore on, Daniel found himself grappling with doubts about his own sanity; he questioned whether he was losing his grip on reality. It felt as though he were entangled in a never-ending nightmare, with Selin as the constant specter reminding him of his own vulnerability.
One fateful day, overwhelmed by a storm of emotion, Daniel reached his breaking point. He confronted Selin in the hotel lobby, his eyes smoldering with a mix of rage and desperation.
"What is it that you want from me?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Taken aback by Daniel's unexpected outburst, Selin tried to soothe him, but reason eluded him. 
"I don’t know what you mean," she stammered, instinctively stepping back.
But Daniel's hand shot out, clamping down on her arm with a grip that felt almost like a vice.
"Stop lying to me," he hissed, his eyes burning with a wild intensity. "I know you're doing something to me. I can feel it.”
Selin struggled to break free, her heart racing with fear, but Daniel held firm. For a brief moment, they were locked in a heated stare-down, the air around them crackling with tension.
Then, just as abruptly as it had begun, Daniel released her. He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Selin shaken and bewildered.
Despite her confusion, Selin tried to refocus on her work, but an hour later, Daniel summoned her to his office. A knot of dread tightened in her stomach. Did he see her as nothing more than an object for his desires?
As she stepped into the room, Daniel's chilling command shattered the silence: "Strip."
Selin’s heart raced, her mind grappling with disbelief. Surely, she must have misheard him. But his voice, devoid of warmth, repeated the order, echoing ominously in the confined space. Paralyzed with fear, tears brimming in her eyes, she instinctively retreated, pleading with him not to come any closer.
Daniel, sensing the terror radiating from her, felt a sudden pang of guilt. He took a step back, his voice softening as he directed her to meet his gaze. When their eyes locked, a deep wave of pain washed over him. Slowly, he wiped the tears from her cheeks, murmuring a promise that he would not harm her.
Selin’s sobs quieted, but her body trembled involuntarily as Daniel instructed her to leave. She hurriedly exited the room, desperate to flee the suffocating atmosphere.
Alone, Daniel's eyes burned crimson with rage. In a fit of self-loathing and frustration, he struck the wall, his knuckles cracking against the unforgiving surface, drawing blood. The pain was a fleeting distraction, but it couldn't drown out the turmoil that raged within him—nor could it erase the fear he had instilled in Selin.
Danieal:
I never wanted to hurt her. I never intended to, not even for a moment. Yet here I am, sitting by the seaside, drowning my guilt in alcohol as the waves crash against the shore. For the past hour, I’ve been staring at the water, each wave mirroring the turmoil within me. The seaside has always been my refuge—the place I come to when the weight of my feelings becomes too heavy to bear. But today, the solace it offers is overshadowed by the pain I’ve caused her.
My hand is still bleeding, a physical reminder of the emotional scars I carry. I wish something would crush me, extinguishing this unbearable guilt. The memory of her trembling when I asked her to strip haunts me like a dark cloud that won’t lift. Why did I act that way? I want to scream, to tear my heart out and be free from this torment. This guilt is suffocating me, endangering my very existence.
She fills my thoughts, day and night, her image etched into my mind. I need her—desperately. She is breathtakingly beautiful, with those deep chocolatey eyes that draw me in, a mesmerizing abyss I long to lose myself in. In her presence, time seems to stand still, and my heart races uncontrollably. She is like a fairy, a divine gift sent to me from the heavens. I don’t understand why I feel this way, but my love for her is consuming, all-encompassing—madly so.
If she were to hurt me or even take my life, I would welcome it, for my heart is hers entirely. My fairy deserves everything this world has to offer. She is a masterpiece, a perfect creation, and it feels as if she was crafted specifically for me. My heart swells at the thought of all the moments we could share, the praises I want to shower upon her. She possesses the power to crush me, to shatter my very soul; yet, all I desire, more than anything, is for her to stay by my side.
Her beauty captivates me in ways I cannot articulate. Those soft, pink lips—made only for me—ignite a fire within me. Every time I gaze at them, a wave of longing washes over me. I crave to kiss her, to taste her, to lose myself in that sweetness that only she possesses. Her body is a sanctuary, every curve beckoning me closer, every touch igniting a passion that leaves me breathless. I want her to know how deeply she affects me. I want to make her understand that she belongs to me, that my very being is entwined with hers.
I long to place my head in her lap, to feel her gentle fingers running through my hair, soothing me like a balm to my tortured soul. I want to be enveloped in her warm embrace, to feel her heartbeat against mine as we share the quiet moments of our lives. I crave her presence every day, every night. Oh, how desperately I need my rose—my beautiful, delicate rose. Her fragrance intoxicates me, hardens my resolve, and sends me spiraling into a blissful madness. 
She's a magnificent puzzle, and I yearn to explore every piece of her. I want to shower her with affection, to kiss every part of her, to savor her essence. She is the pretty mess I long to adore, the chaos I want to immerse myself in. I dream of making her mine—today, tomorrow, forever. I want to cherish her, to create a world where it's just the two of us, a haven filled with love, laughter, and unending passion.
But most of all, I want her to see the truth within me: that she is the very heart of my existence. She is everything, and I am utterly, undeniably lost without her.
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