Wait, My Overpowered Skill is Just… Love?!

I needed some space.

It had been three days since the incident, and Selene was still hovering around her.

At first, Cecilia had convinced herself she was imagining things.

Maybe Selene was just naturally quiet. Maybe she had always been this watchful, this persistent, this... omnipresent.

But by the second day, it was impossible to ignore.

No matter where she went, Selene was there.

She wasn't being obvious about it—not enough for their parents or the servants to comment. But Cecilia knew.

If she went to the library, Selene was already seated by the window, pretending to read.

If she went to the gardens, Selene was "coincidentally" standing by the entrance.

If she sat at the tea table, Selene would appear just as she picked up her cup.

Cecilia was losing her mind.

She had to do something.

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Cecilia loved the library.

It was one of the few places in the Aetheria estate where she could truly be alone.

Or so she thought.

That morning, she deliberately chose the most isolated corner of the massive library. A section full of dusty tomes no one ever touched.

She found a quiet desk, settled in with a book, and exhaled in relief.

Finally. Peace.

Then—

A chair scraped against the floor.

Cecilia's shoulders tensed.

She turned her head slowly.

And there, three tables away, was Selene.

Reading.

Again.

Cecilia stared.

Selene turned a page, completely focused.

She wasn't even looking at her.

But Cecilia knew.

Selene wasn't here for the books.

She was here for her.

Cecilia pressed her fingers against her forehead.

This was going to be harder than she thought.

Escape Attempt #1: The Library (Failed)

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Cecilia decided to leave the mansion.

She informed the servants she would be taking a walk in the outer gardens—alone.

No guards, no attendants. Just her.

A rare moment of fresh air.

She stepped onto the cobblestone path, breathing in the cool morning breeze.

Perfect.

Then—

A familiar presence.

She turned her head.

And there, leaning casually against a tree, was Selene.

Cecilia's eye twitched.

"Selene."

"Yes?"

"Why are you here?"

Selene blinked.

"I was already here."

Liar.

Cecilia crossed her arms.

"And you just happened to be standing by this exact tree, right outside the mansion, when I decided to walk?"

Selene tilted her head.

"Yes."

Cecilia took a deep breath.

Then, without another word, she turned around and walked back inside.

She could feel Selene's gaze following her the entire way.

Escape Attempt #2: A Solo Walk (Failed)

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If she couldn't escape physically, maybe she could force Selene to leave her alone.

So, at breakfast, Cecilia placed a hand against her forehead and sighed dramatically.

"I don't feel well," she announced.

Elara immediately panicked.

"Oh, my dear! Are you feverish?"

Cecilia nodded weakly.

"I think I should rest today," she said, feigning exhaustion. "Alone."

Reinhardt frowned. "Should we call a doctor?"

"No, Father," Cecilia said quickly. "I just need some time to rest. By myself."

Elara fussed over her, but eventually agreed.

Cecilia mentally celebrated.

Finally. She had won.

She returned to her bedroom, ready to enjoy a full day of silence.

Then, an hour later—

Knock. Knock.

Cecilia froze.

The door swung open.

Selene stepped inside.

Holding a tray of medicine, warm towels, and a bowl of soup.

Cecilia gawked.

"What are you doing?!"

"You're sick," Selene said simply, setting the tray down beside the bed.

Cecilia rubbed her temples.

"I said I wanted to rest alone."

"I know."

Silence.

Then—

Cecilia pointed at the door.

"Then leave."

Selene took a seat beside her bed instead.

Cecilia's mouth fell open.

"I'll stay until you feel better," Selene said calmly.

Cecilia stared in disbelief.

"You—you don't have to do that!"

Selene poured medicine into a small cup.

"You should drink this."

Cecilia clenched her teeth.

"Selene."

"Yes?"

"Get out."

Selene handed her the medicine.

"Drink first."

Cecilia threw the pillow over her face. Which Selena dodge.

She had lost again.

Escape Attempt #3: Faking Illness (Failed Horribly)

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That night, Cecilia lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Selene had left hours ago, but the weight of her constant presence still lingered.

She exhaled slowly.

This wasn't working.

Avoiding her, ignoring her—it wasn't stopping anything.

The soulmate meter was stuck at 85/100.

Selene wasn't backing down.

Cecilia rolled over, gripping the sheets.

For the first time, she truly thought—

What if I can't escape her?

And for some reason, the thought terrified her.

But what terrified her more—

Was that a part of her wasn't sure she wanted to

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I give up.

There was no escaping Selene.

No matter what she did, Selene was always there. Watching. Hovering. Standing just close enough to remind Cecilia that she wasn't alone, even when she wanted to be.

It was suffocating.

And yet, as much as she hated to admit it...

She was starting to get used to it.

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A few days after her failed escape attempts, Cecilia found herself at yet another noble gathering.

She sat at a lavishly decorated table, sipping her tea as the noble ladies around her chattered about marriages, alliances, and the latest scandals.

Cecilia wasn't paying attention—until she overheard something that made her fingers tighten around her cup.

"—That knight, the adopted one."

"You mean Selene von Aetheria?"

"Yes, her. Isn't it strange? She's always following Lady Cecilia."

Cecilia's eyes narrowed slightly.

"She barely speaks to anyone. And when she does, it's always to interfere. She acts more like a guard dog than an elder sister."

Cecilia set her cup down.

"She's too cold. I heard she has no emotions at all. How unnatural."

"She's obsessed, if you ask me."

Something in Cecilia's chest tightened.

Obsessed?

The conversation continued.

"She watches Lady Cecilia like a hawk. It's unsettling."

"She acts like she owns her."

Cecilia exhaled slowly, forcing herself to stay calm.

She turned her head slightly and spoke, voice smooth and controlled.

"My apologies," she said, smiling politely. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."

The noblewomen flinched slightly.

"Lady Selene von Aetheria," Cecilia continued, "is the most skilled knight in our house. She has served my father with unwavering loyalty and has saved our territory from numerous threats."

She tilted her head slightly, keeping her expression pleasant.

"She has been nothing but dedicated to our family," she said firmly. "If she chooses to protect me, it is because she deems it necessary."

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The noblewomen shifted uncomfortably.

"We meant no offense, Lady Cecilia," one of them said hesitantly.

Cecilia smiled.

"Then I trust there will be no further gossip about my sister."

There was an unspoken warning in her tone.

The women quickly nodded, murmuring weak apologies before excusing themselves.

Cecilia let out a small sigh, shaking her head.

Nobles.

They had nothing better to do than spread rumors.

She turned to sit back down—

Only to freeze when she saw who was watching her.

Selene.

Standing in the doorway.

Violet eyes locked onto her.

She had heard everything.

Cecilia felt heat rise to her cheeks.

She whirled around, refusing to look at her.

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That evening, as Cecilia sat in her bedroom, she kept replaying the event in her mind.

The gossip.

Her reaction.

Selene's expression when she overheard.

And she realized something unsettling.

She had defended Selene.

Not because it was expected of her.

Not because she was trying to uphold House Aetheria's reputation.

She had done it because she wanted to.

Because hearing people talk about Selene like that had annoyed her.

Cecilia stared at her reflection in the mirror.

She was getting used to Selene's presence.

She was starting to accept it.

And that was dangerous.

Cecilia didn't want to think about it.

She didn't want to acknowledge that she had defended Selene on instinct.

She didn't want to recognize the fact that Selene's presence—once suffocating—was starting to feel... expected.

She didn't want to admit that when she had turned and seen Selene standing there, eyes unreadable, something in her chest had tightened in a way she couldn't explain.

No.

No, no, no.

This was not happening.

She wouldn't allow it.

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Cecilia had retired to her room earlier than usual, exhaustion claiming her.

She wasn't actually tired.

She just needed to be alone.

The room was quiet, save for the faint flickering of candlelight.

She had dismissed the servants for the night, allowing herself to sink into the illusion of solitude.

And yet...

Why did it feel like she was still being watched?

She shook her head.

No.

She was just being paranoid.

Selene wouldn't—

Knock. Knock.

Cecilia stiffened.

She already knew who it was before she heard the voice.

"Cecilia."

Selene's voice was always calm, steady. But tonight, there was a certain weight behind it.

Cecilia hesitated.

She could pretend she was asleep.

She could ignore it.

But somehow, she knew—

Selene wouldn't leave.

"Come in," she finally muttered.

The door opened soundlessly.

Selene stepped inside, her presence casting a shadow over the candlelight.

She looked the same as always—cold, composed, unreadable.

And yet, there was something off.

Something too controlled.

Like she was holding something back.

Cecilia frowned.

"...What is it?"

Selene was silent for a moment.

Then—

"I heard what you said today."

Cecilia felt a chill crawl up her spine.

"...Oh."

Selene took another step forward.

"You defended me."

Cecilia shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, of course I did," she said quickly, crossing her arms. "I wasn't about to let them insult my—"

She hesitated.

My sister.

That was what she had meant to say.

But the words wouldn't come out.

Because deep down, she knew—

Selene wasn't just her sister.

Not anymore.

Selene took another step closer.

Too close.

Cecilia could feel the heat of her presence.

She swallowed.

"...You're too close."

Selene didn't move.

Instead, she reached out—slow, deliberate.

And touched Cecilia's face.

Cecilia's breath hitched.

Her fingers were gloved, but warm.

It wasn't a fleeting touch.

It wasn't accidental.

Selene's thumb brushed against Cecilia's cheek—gentle, lingering.

Cecilia's heart pounded against her ribs.

What...

What was she doing?

She wanted to step back.

She should step back.

But she couldn't.

She just stood there, frozen, trapped in Selene's gaze.

And for the first time, she saw it.

Something undeniable, unmistakable, in Selene's violet eye.

Possession.

It was the same look Selene had given the noble boy.

But this time, it wasn't directed at someone else.

It was for her.

Cecilia's breath came shakily.

"...Selene."

Selene didn't answer.

She didn't have to.

Because the way she was looking at her—like she was something precious, something irreplaceable, something that belonged to her—

It was already too much.

Cecilia finally found the strength to step back.

Selene's fingers slipped away.

But her gaze never left Cecilia's face.

"...Goodnight, Cecilia."

Her voice was soft.

Almost gentle.

Cecilia swallowed.

"Goodnight," she muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Selene turned, leaving as silently as she came.

The door clicked shut.

Cecilia stood there for a long time.

Her hands were trembling.

Her heart wouldn't slow down.

And for the first time, she realized—

She had crossed a line she could never uncross.

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[Selene POV]

For the past three days, Selene had found herself watching Cecilia more than usual.

Not for security reasons. Not for strategic purposes.

She just watched her.

When Cecilia read, she memorized the way her eyelashes fluttered when she focused.

When she walked through the estate, Selene unconsciously adjusted her pace to match hers.

When she spoke, Selene found herself listening too intently.

It was unacceptable.

She shouldn't care about any of these things.

But she did.

And that was dangerous.

Because the longer she watched, the more she felt it—

The quiet, insatiable urge to keep Cecilia close.

And Selene wasn't stupid.

She knew Cecilia was trying to avoid her.

She saw the way she lingered in the library longer than usual.

She noticed how she tried to sneak away for a walk without guards.

She wasn't offended.

She wasn't even surprised.

She simply corrected the problem.

✔ Cecilia hides in the library?

Selene makes sure she is already there.

✔ Cecilia tries to take a walk alone?

Selene "happens" to be by the entrance.

✔ Cecilia fakes an illness?

Selene brings her medicine and stays beside her bed.

She was not letting Cecilia out of her sight.

Not now.

Not ever.

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Selene never listened to rumors.

But when she passed by a group of noblewomen whispering in hushed voices—she stopped.

"She's obsessed with Lady Cecilia."

Selene's hands clenched into fists.

"She acts like she owns her."

Her breath slowed.

"She barely speaks to anyone but her. How unnatural."

Something cold, something dark, something possessive stirred inside her.

But before she could step forward—

Cecilia spoke.

"My apologies," Cecilia said, voice smooth and controlled.

Selene watched silently.

"Lady Selene von Aetheria is the most skilled knight in our house," Cecilia continued, tone sharp. "She has served my father with unwavering loyalty and has saved our territory from numerous threats."

The noblewomen shifted uncomfortably.

"She has been nothing but dedicated to our family," Cecilia said firmly. "If she chooses to protect me, it is because she deems it necessary."

Selene exhaled slowly.

Something in her chest tightened.

She wasn't sure what it was.

But she knew one thing—

Hearing Cecilia defend her felt dangerously satisfying.

She stepped forward, entering the room just as Cecilia turned back to her seat.

Cecilia froze.

Selene didn't look away.

She had heard everything.

Cecilia's face turned slightly pink.

She turned around abruptly, pretending she hadn't noticed her.

Selene's lips curled slightly.

'Interesting'

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That evening, Selene stood outside Cecilia's bedroom door.

She knew she shouldn't be here.

There was no logical reason.

No security threats. No orders. No excuses.

But she knocked anyway.

When Cecilia's voice called from the other side—Come in—she stepped inside.

Candlelight flickered, casting soft golden hues across Cecilia's skin.

She looked... untouched. Unaware. Unclaimed.

Selene's grip tightened.

She didn't like that.

"I heard what you said today," Selene said, voice low.

Cecilia's expression tensed.

Selene took a step forward.

"You defended me."

Cecilia crossed her arms.

"Well, of course I did," she muttered. "I wasn't about to let them insult my—"

She stopped.

Selene watched, fascinated, as Cecilia's confidence wavered.

She had almost said sister.

Almost.

But she didn't.

Because she knew.

They both knew.

Selene took another step closer.

Too close.

She saw Cecilia's throat move as she swallowed.

Selene reached out—

And touched her face.

Soft.

Cecilia's breathing hitched.

She didn't pull away.

Selene's thumb brushed over her cheek—slow, deliberate.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind.

If I kissed her right now, would she stop me?

The idea was dangerous.

But not unwelcome.

Then Cecilia stepped back.

The warmth vanished.

Selene lowered her hand.

Cecilia's voice was shaky.

"...Goodnight, Selene."

Selene looked at her for a long moment.

Then she turned to leave.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Selene stood in the hallway, expression blank.

But inside, she knew.

There was no going back now.

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