Colossal Obsession

Chapter 1: A Pebble in Her World

I’m Cavin, a speck of nothing in a world that doesn’t give a damn about me. At barely a centimeter tall, I’ve spent the last five years scraping by in the grimy underbelly of a microcity—a speck of a place called Grit Hollow, just a few dozen meters wide but crammed with millions of us debt-ridden nobodies. Life here is a grind, a constant hustle for scraps, but it’s home. Or it was, until the sky turned to glass.

One minute, I’m hauling crates in a warehouse for a measly half-cent an hour; the next, the whole damn city is trembling. A dome seals us in, trapping the smog and screams. Before we can even process it, we’re lifted—yanked into the void by forces we can’t comprehend. When the haze clears, we’re on display. A shelf in some ultra-luxury boutique, surrounded by other microcities, each one a glittering prison of tiny lives. And above us? The colossal elite. Giants so massive their shadows could swallow nations.

I’m pressed against the glass of our dome, staring up at a world I can’t fathom, when she appears. A girl, 15 kilometers tall, her face a distant moon hovering over us. Her eyes, sharp and curious, scan the shelf like she’s picking out candy. My heart stops. There’s something about her—those cheekbones, that tilt of her head. It can’t be. Casey? My twin sister, the one I gave up everything for? But this isn’t the Casey I knew. This girl radiates power, elegance, wealth beyond imagination. Her lips curve into a smirk as she taps the glass with a finger the size of a skyscraper. The shockwave sends half of Grit Hollow crumbling.

‘Oh, this one’s adorable,’ she purrs, her voice a rolling thunder that vibrates through my bones. ‘Look at them scurrying. So… fragile.’

I want to scream her name, to bang on the glass until she sees me, but I’m nothing to her. Just a bug in a jar. Her gaze lingers, and I swear she’s looking right at me, though I know that’s impossible. My chest tightens, a mix of rage and longing I can’t untangle.

‘Wrap it up,’ she says to an unseen assistant, her tone clipped, commanding. ‘I want this one for my piercing. The right one.’ She gestures casually to her chest, and my stomach drops. Her nipple? Are you kidding me? I’m about to become a damn decoration on my own sister’s body, and she doesn’t even know I’m here.

The transaction is swift. Our city is plucked from the shelf, embedded into a sleek metal ring, and before I can process the horror, we’re hoisted into the air. The world blurs as she lifts us, her movements casual but cataclysmic. I’m thrown to the ground as we’re secured in place, the heat of her skin radiating through the dome like a furnace. Her heartbeat thunders beneath us, a relentless drum that shakes my tiny frame. I can feel her—every breath, every step. It’s suffocating, invasive, and yet… there’s a twisted pull in my gut. She’s so close, yet so far.

I scramble to a viewport, peering out at the landscape of her body. Her skin stretches endlessly, a golden desert under the dome’s faint light. I shouldn’t look, shouldn’t feel this heat creeping through me, but I can’t stop. My breath hitches as I imagine her fingers brushing near, the sheer power of her touch. I’m pissed, yeah, but I’m also… damn it, I’m drawn to her. Not just as my sister, but as this untouchable goddess who owns my entire world.

‘Hey, Cavin, you okay?’ My friend Lila, a wiry girl with a mouth sharper than a blade, grabs my arm. She’s one of the few who gets me down here, a fighter who doesn’t take crap from anyone.

‘Define okay,’ I snap, shaking her off. ‘We’re stuck on some giant chick’s tit, and I think she’s my sister. How’s that for a Tuesday?’

Lila snorts, her dark eyes glinting with bitter amusement. ‘Well, damn. That’s a family reunion I’d pay to see. You gonna wave a tiny flag and yell, “Hey, sis, remember me?” Or just stare at her rack like a creep?’

‘Shut it,’ I growl, but there’s no heat in it. She’s right. I’m trapped between fury and this sick, unwanted fascination. Casey’s out there, striding across oceans like they’re puddles, while I’m here, a speck on her skin, my world trembling with every move she makes. I can feel the heat building in me, a mix of anger and something darker, something I don’t want to name. My hands clench, and I know one thing for sure: I’m not just surviving this. I’m going to make her see me, no matter what it takes.

And as her heartbeat pulses through the dome, as the warmth of her body seeps into my bones, I can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to be closer. Too close. My mind races, picturing the impossible—her noticing me, her colossal form bending down, her breath a hurricane against my skin. I shake it off, but the thought lingers, hot and dangerous, as I brace for whatever comes next.