OBSESSION IN BLACK

PROLOGUE

I've never believed in fate.
Fate is what people cling to when they can't accept that life is just chaos wrapped in pretty lies.

Me? I believe in control. In power. In doing what needs to be done no matter who bleeds.
I've had blood on my hands since I was fifteen. Not just enemies people I once trusted. People I once loved.

That's the kind of world I was born into. Caruso by blood. Loyal by name.
A soldier. A weapon. A warning.

Then he came back.
Elario Moretti.

My father's greatest rival. The man whose empire was built on ash and silence.
He was supposed to be the enemy.
He was the enemy.

But obsession doesn't care about family feuds or old scars.
And Elario... he looked at me like he already owned every piece I tried to keep hidden.
He kissed me like he wanted to break me.
He touched me like he was trying to carve his name into my bones.

And I let him. God help me I let him.

This isn't a love story.
It's a war dressed in silk sheets and shattered glass.
There are no promises here. Only contracts written in blood.
Only men like us who destroy everything we touch and call it devotion.

So if you think you know how this ends...
You don't.

Because I'm Sesto Caruso.
And this is the story of how I fell for the man I was raised to kill.