Dangerous Obsession.

The music pounded too loudly, and the lights were dim, I felt like I was drowning in expensive perfume and lies. I stood near the edge of the ballroom, my hands tightened the small clutch that held everything I needed to end this tonight. One small device. One moment of closeness. Then gone. That’s what I kept telling myself. A mission that had to be completed. I had come to end a notorious billionaire, Damien Delgado. A billionaire who owned and ruled with unbreakable authority, blood, and money. But was wanted by my agency. "Tonight the work must be done, I said to myself. I searched the room thoroughly with my eyes. "Ahh, finally I found him, "hmm just look at the way he carries himself". I said quietly as I sipped a drink from the crystal glass in my hand. Damien Delgado walked with so much pride and ego. He walked in with guards by his side. All eyes were on him people paved the way as he entered the room, and silence filled the room. He stood by the tall arched window. Lights glittering behind him, the face was filled with power. Dark suit. Dark hair. Darker eyes. I walked elegantly, getting closer to him. My heels are clicking softly on the marbled floor. "O gosh it's not gonna be easy". I was talking to the agency, while holding the earpod. I had to report every movement of his before killing him. "The plan is simple, I just have to put the f*****g tracking device in his suit during a dance or conversation", I said to myself quietly. I moved closer. Every step I took was so elegant. When I was close enough, he turned. Our eyes met and something inside me shifted, like a door I’d kept locked for years creaking open just a little." s**t those eyes of his, there was something in them I couldn't just explain, he looked handsome, "oh my gosh, I said to myself. “You’re staring,” he said. His voice was quiet, rough around the edges, like he didn’t use it much for soft things. I swallowed. “You’re hard to miss.” A small smile touched his mouth, it felt dangerous. But anyways am here for the job not fuckin looks. “You don’t look like you belong here,” he said. The words landed heavily. Because he was right. I didn’t belong anywhere anymore. “I was invited by a friend. He looked at me, as though he knew I was lying. “Why don't we go up he said, reaching out his hands to help me get to the stairs. "Anyways you look beautiful, Damien said. "Thanks for the compliment, but I'm never caught unfresh". I said taking a glass of wine from the waitress. "Anyways Damien Delgado, he said holding my waist. When I finally placed my hand in his, his fingers closed around mine gently — too gently for a man who ruled with blood and money. The warmth shocked me. I hadn’t been touched like that in so long I almost forgot what it felt like. We moved to upstair to the VVIP area. He called out his guard, saying something I could not understand. Looks like his Spanish I said to myself. His hand settled at the small of my back, steady, careful. I rested mine on his shoulder and felt the muscle shift under the fabric. Solid. Real. Alive. We swayed slowly. The music blurred into background noise. All I could hear was my own heartbeat and the soft rhythm of his breathing. “Why do I feel like you're here for something else, he asked against my ear. I closed my eyes for half a second. “s**t I cannot afford to take any risk, I need to get the God damn job and leave this f*****g place, I said to myself. "well no I told you, I got invited by a friend. He didn’t laugh. Didn’t pull away. He just held me a little closer. “I know the feeling,” he said so quietly I almost missed it. That broke something in me. A tiny, stupid crack. Because in that moment he wasn’t the target. He wasn’t the drug lord or the monster on paper. He was a man, who made me feel wanted for that moment, something I hadn't felt in years. I was lost, I had to put the tracker in his pocket but... I couldn't understand myself at that moment. His thumb moved once — just once — in a slow circle on my back. The touch was so small, so careful, but it lit something inside me I thought had died long ago. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run. I wanted to stay here forever. The song ended. He didn’t let go right away. “Come with me,” he said. Not an order. A quiet request. Like he was afraid I’d say no. I looked up at him. His eyes were searching mine — not suspicious, just… hoping. And in that second I understood something terrible. I wasn’t just close enough to kill him anymore. I was close enough to break my own heart. I nodded. He led me toward the shadowed hallway. Guards moved aside without question. The air got cooler. Quieter. My pulse was so loud I was sure he could hear it. At the private door, he stopped. Turned to face me. “You still haven’t told me your name,” he said softly. “Sofia,” I whispered. He repeated it like he was tasting it. “Sofia.” The way he said it made my throat tight. Then he opened the door. Darkness waited on the other side. I stepped forward anyway. Because sometimes the thing you’re most afraid of… Is the only thing that feels like home. I received a call from my boss, "I need to take this call, I said to Damien leaving the room. "I have been waiting, why haven't you done the job you b***h! He shouted from the other side of the phone. "I will get it done, I replied switching off my phone. Damien came out of the room, and I looked surprised, "I have to go it's urgent he said as he slipped his address card into my hands. My heart was racing as I stared at the card, knowing too well that I was going to his place.