Cloe Thunderstorm

Obsession Has No Exit

You were supposed to be home by ten. Instead you are zip-tied to a support beam in a warehouse that smells like rust and old blood, and the men holding you are arguing about whether to wait for orders or just finish it now. Then the side door explodes inward, and Dante Morretti walks through the smoke like he owns the building — because, as it turns out, he does. He is not here because someone sent him. He is here because he has never once stopped watching you, and tonight that obsession is the only thing keeping you alive.