Forced to Be His: My Obsessed Roommate

When I was nineteen, my father remarried, and our family gained a “younger brother,” Lin Che. He was handsome and sunny, two years younger than me. I thought he was just an ordinary roommate that came with a blended family. Then one night, he cornered me against the wall, a terrifying madness in his eyes. “Wanqing, how long do you think you can keep avoiding Gu Yanxi? The more you run, the more I want you.” I thought I’d be safe in the arms of my childhood sweetheart, but I had no idea that the gentle boy next door, who’d been by my side for over a decade, had been watching me from the shadows for just as long. One man wears his madness openly; the other hides his obsession. Two men, four bloodshot eyes. This struggle for possession began under one roof, and there’s nowhere I can run.