Obsessed With You

Prologue

The city never slept. Neon lights flickered across rain-slicked streets, casting disorted

reflections onto the puddles that pooled along the cracked asphalt. Sirents wailed in the

distance, horns blared, and the occasional shout punctuated the constant hum of traffic

and nightlife. Rain fell lightly, a persistent drizzle that made everything glisten, and the

damp air smelled of wet concrete, gasoline, and something darker---fear.

She walked through it, heels clicking softly against the wet pavement, echoing in rhythm

with her racing heartbeat. Her coat, thin and barely sheilding her from the chill, was

wrapped tightly around her frame. Her hands clutched her phone like a lifeline, her gaze

focused straight ahead as though the familar streets would protect her. She had no idea

that danger had already found her.

From the shadows, he watched. Seated in a black SUV, engined idling silently, he never took

his eyes off her. She was fragile perfection in the chaos of the city, each movement, every

breath cataloged and memorized. He was a predator by nature, a man who commanded

obedience and inspird fear, yet for her, a trange tenderness coiled in his chest.

It had begun weeks ago, in a crowded club pulsing with music and smoke. She had

laughed, luminous, and ungaurded, cutting through the dim haze. At first, it had been

curiosity---an idle flicker of interest--but that curiosity evolved into something darker,

more dangoerus. She haunted his thoughts, an obsession that tiwsted his nights into

restless calculations and endless scrutiny.

He was careful. Obsession required patience. He did not apprach her--not yet. Desire

was simple, fleeting. Obsession was an art, and he was a master at crafting it, drawing it

out, letting it simmer until it consumed everything.