Gonzo Gonzales-Obsession

The rain fell violently, dragging leaves along the deserted sidewalks. From the corner, a pair of eyes watched the illuminated house. Gonzo had been there for over an hour, motionless, his hood soaked.

Inside, she was talking on the phone, oblivious to the neighborhood's abnormal silence. She was smiling. It was enough to make Gonzo's fists clench until they bled. Every word she spoke, every pause, every nervous laugh that escaped her lips, ate at him from the inside. Who was she talking to? Why did she sound so happy?

A part of him knew he was crossing an invisible line. But another—stronger, darker—whispered that true love demands sacrifices… even if they have to be torn away by force.

When the living room light went out, Gonzo moved. His steps were silent, calculated. The world would never see his face as dangerous: always so smiling, always so charming. But now, beneath the storm, there was no smile, only determination. She belonged to him. And anyone who thought otherwise would learn their lesson… the hard way.