Daniella stepped off the private jet into the warm embrace of the Virgin Islands' breeze, the salty air kissing her skin like a lover's secret. The sun hung low, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, as if the island itself was blushing in anticipation. She adjusted the strap of her designer sundress—a daring red number that clung to her curves, the fabric thin enough to reveal the faint outline of her lace bra ben...

We like to call obsessions the small addictions of daily life—a series we devour, a flavor we can’t resist, a pastime that steals our nights. But real obsession is not about things; it lives inside us. Most seek happiness, but the obsessed hunger for unrest. They let the trouble grow until it swallows everything. Nowhere is this more dangerous—or intoxicating—than in love and sex. Desire feeds on itself, contagious as a f...