Devious Obsession

by S. Massery

I want to see blood. Your blood. On the ice. And if you’re lucky, I’ll kiss it and make it better later.

“We can’t⁠—” “So help me god, Aspen, if you finish that sentence…” I shake my head. “You’re mine. Okay? Here, there, on fucking Mars. There’s nothing you can say or do that’s going to derail me from you.”

“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”

A sweet sentiment, if a bit demented. Actually, that sums up Steele pretty nicely.