Obsession Series 8 People ask me, "Why aren't you one of the Montelust Men?" Simple. I don't need a title to matter. I'm Condrad Santino-the one they call when shit gets real. I fix things. I clean up messes. I disappear problems before they hit the surface. I don't live in the spotlight. I live in the shadows. They toast champagne. I carry silencers. They fall in love. I vanish before anything gets too close. Or at least... I used to. She changed that. The Lady in Red. I met her during a surveillance op at a masquerade ball. I was supposed to watch from above-no contact, no distraction. Then she walked in. Red silk. Black mask. Amber eyes that locked with mine across the room. And just like that-I forgot the mission. We danced once. Brief. Electric. Her touch burned. Her scent lingered. She said nothing real, gave no name. But I didn't need one. She felt like something I hadn't known I was missing. Then she disappeared. Moments later, chaos broke out. One of our targets went dark. When I turned back-she was gone. No trace. No face. Just eyes burned into my memory. I've been chasing her ever since. No ID. No leads. Just a ghost in red. People say I'm insane. That it was a fling. A dream. But I know better. She was more. She was hiding something. But I'm not backing down. I don't care if I burn the world to find her. Because once you've danced with fate- You never forget the music. And I sure as hell won't stop... Until she's back in my arms.
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