By the time we realize obsession has a thousand faces, it’s already too late.We are both falling from opposite sides of the same dark cliff.Julia HayesThe first letter appears on a Tuesday.No name, no signature. Just a blood-red envelope leaned against my front door.Lines written by someone who knows exactly who I am, who sees every broken, hidden part of me. Lines that should make me run.By the time the third one arrives, I should be terrified. I should report him. Instead, I wait in the dark for the next one.But by the fifth, I’m no longer scared of the Ghost watching me.I’m terrified of how badly I want him closer. And not even therapy can change that.Kai BlackwoodI have strict, unbreakable rules for a reason. I chose this profession to manage the chaos I escaped from, to help others escape theirs.But one glimpse at her and I break the first rule before the first letter is even written.Just one look. One excuse and a lie I tell myself about keeping her safe.By the third letter, I know I should walk away.By the fifth, I’m not just breaking rules, I’m shattering my fucking oath.And the worst part? I don’t want to stop.Because she is mine. Even if my Little Ember burns everything I’ve built to the ground.