Tyler's POV
Obsessed? Yeah, you could say that. But that's an understatement, really. I'm not just obsessed. It's more like I'm addicted to her.
Obsessed.That word is too small—too fragile—to hold the kind of madness crawling under my skin. Obsession sounds almost cute, like a schoolboy crush or some teenage phase. No. What I felt—what I feel—for Raven Blackwood is beyond obsession. It's hunger. Need. Instinct sharpened into something almost feral. She's a magnet, and I'm metal—helplessly, violently dragged toward her no matter how much sense I pretend to have left.
From the moment I met her, I knew something was off. Not "wrong," no—wrong suggests something broken. She isn't broken. She's rare. Dangerous. A chemical weapon wrapped in the body of a chaotic, eye-rolling, sharp-tongued girl who can't seem to stop attracting trouble.
