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Let the Game Begin – Novel Description

Love is a game. And I always win.

At least, that’s what I thought.

When I set my sights on him—the cold, distant one—I thought it would be fun to make him fall. A little teasing, a little provocation… just enough to make him crave me. But I didn’t expect others to join the game.

A charming manipulator who never reveals his true intentions.
A loyal protector whose devotion borders on obsession.
A wild rival who refuses to lose.
And the one I originally targeted—who is far more dangerous than I ever realized.

Now, the game is no longer mine to control. The hunters have become the hunted. And as their obsessions grow, one thing becomes clear…

I might have started this, but I don’t know if I’ll survive it.

Let the game begin.

Let The Game Begin: The Art Of Obsession

The moment I met his eyes, I knew.

The perfect bad boy type with a hint of something… darker.

I had seen that kind of gaze before—the kind that didn't care about the world. The type that had given up on love.

Which meant… he was my new target.

I took another step closer, my voice soft and teasing. "You don't like people? That's okay. I'll like you enough for both of us."

His expression didn't change, but I didn't miss the way his fingers twitched.

Oh? Did I just make him feel something?

"Do whatever you want," he muttered, turning away.

For the next few days, I made sure he noticed me.

Whenever I saw him sitting alone, I'd casually appear nearby—reading a book, humming a song, looking absolutely unbothered.

Not chasing him. Not forcing a conversation.

By the third day, he was watching me.

Subtle glances. Slight pauses when I walked past. The way his shoulders tensed when I ignored him.

On the fourth day, I found him in the same spot—leaning against a tree, staring blankly at the sky.

I sat down beside him. Not too close, but just enough.

"You're always alone," I said casually. "Are you waiting for someone?"

I tilted my head. "You act like you hate people, but you keep coming here."

He exhaled, clearly annoyed. "You're here too."

I smiled. "Maybe I was waiting for you."

His fingers dug into the grass, and for the first time, he actually looked at me.

I rested my chin on my hand, my eyes gleaming. "Nothing. I just like teasing you."

For a moment, he didn't move. Then, he let out a low chuckle.

It wasn't warm. It wasn't friendly.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he murmured.

I smiled wider. "Good. I love games."

His eyes darkened. "Then don't get mad if I start playing too."

My heart skipped a beat—not out of fear, but excitement.

The weight of a gaze. Unmoving. Intense.

I looked around, and there he was. Watching me.

Not approaching. Just… standing in the shadows, completely still.

I pretended not to notice. But inside?

That night, I heard something outside my window. A shift in the wind. A presence.

And saw him standing in the garden.

In the dark. Looking straight at my window.

I smiled, pulling the curtains closed.

Because the moment he steps too far?

That's when I'll have him completely.

Chapter 2: A Dangerous Interest