Ruthless Obsession

yed anything in their way. And yet, she found herself standing outside the address printed on the card, dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her body like a second skin. The building in front o

music, no crowd to disappear into. Just opulence and control. Then, a voice-low, smooth, and laced with amusement. "You actually came." Naomi turned. Julian stood at the top of a grand staircase, dressed in black. No mask this time. Nothing to hide behind. And yet, he still looked untouchable. She tilted her chin up, masking the unease twisting in her gut. "You didn't think I would?" He descended slowly, like a king approaching his throne. "I knew you would." His lips curved. "You can't help yourself." She scoffed. "And what exactly am I here for, Saint Clair?" Julian reached