Tate Blackwood
Obsession (Updated)
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The city was silent. But this silence was worse than a scream—it lied, hiding behind itself something alive and hungry. ran across the wet asphalt, and every step of hers tore through the thick, suffocating night silence, leaving only echoes behind.
Then came a second echo.
Someone else's footsteps. Heavy. Measured. Rhythmic, like a countdown to death. She didn't turn around—she knew she wouldn't see a face. Only a shadow. The very one all the news channels kept talking about. The one that had been reaping its harvest in this area for the past two weeks.
Fear hit her in the gut, cut off her oxygen. The only thing left was instinct. Run.
She darted around the corner, desperately scanning the empty street. No cars. No people. Nothing but streetlights pulling yellowish circles out of the darkness...
And him.
He stood there, as if he'd always been there. A black silhouette against a black sky. The Harley beneath him—just as predatory as its owner. Tate didn't move, just watched, arms crossed over his chest, and there was no surprise or anger in his eyes. Only calm, icy certainty. The streetlight glided across his face, and she saw everything: sharp cheekbones, dark eyes, the pale scar cutting through his left eyebrow.
His gaze hit her like a blow. Heavy, commanding, stripping her to the bone. She could feel him seeing every tremor, every trace of panic on her face. And it seemed to her that he was enjoying it.
Behind her—the walls were closing in. The footsteps were approaching. There was death.
In front of her—Tate. The one she feared. The one she had begun to wait for.
Two evils. Two choices. And not a single right one.
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