The Darkest Obsession
"You've come to kill me detective?",He whispered against her skin as he gently grasped her arm and turned her to him. Jude swallowed a gulp and looked up at him. His eyes were a cobalt shade of blue behind the mask, daring,cold and... terrifying.
"And you've come to me to be killed?", She replied in a hushed tone, gathering a lot of nerve and taking a step closer to him. His eyes roamed over her, lingering on the curves of her body, the dress, before returning to her eyes.
She didn't want to admit it to herself that she had developed a thing,some sort of feeling besides hate for him. The Maestro. The most dangerous man in New Haven.
She had made it a habit, risking her life for a flicker of hope, clarity and some sort of peace. The memory of being against a wall,with the edge of his dagger at her throat and his body pressed against hers still lingered. He was devastating and she couldn't get him out of her head. She needed answers; to have some knowledge of what happened.
Did he know? If she tried hard enough, could she get him right where she want and extract the information she needed? Or was she was just trying to fill the gaping hole in her heart? You're going to get yourself killed; the Lieutenant had said to her over and over. But it was a risk she was willing to take.
Perhaps this was just another cruel twist the universe had in store for her. Jude thought she had gotten used to it but that was her just lying to herself. The universe wasn't cruel,it was brutal. And it was yet to show Jude what it had installed just for her.
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Chapter: Chapter 4* It was dark and quiet as I tried to move, sprawling my arms about to try to feel something, anything. A faint scent of woodsmoke tickled my nostrils. I walked slow and steady, taking one step at a time as I searched for anything to help explain or describe where I was. A low hum vibrated through the darkness, growing louder with each step. I felt my heart beat rapidly as I attempted moving. A chilling whisper slithered through the air. I was scared. There wasn't a single flicker of light and a whift of breeze to help identify if I was outside, in a basement, on a roof top or not. As thoughts of murderous and gory information scuttled through my head, I felt myself trip-and fall. I fell forward and expected to land on a hard ground, cringing my already face to get ready for the impact. The hard ground wasn't coming, I was still falling. I wanted to shout but my lips were closed shut. The hum grew into a deafening roar, and the scent of smoke intensified, now acrid and burning. So,
Last Updated: 2025-04-21
Chapter: Chapter 3It was the morning of the next day and it wasn't in my favour already. My eyes fluttured open with a headache,using my right hand to block the glare from the sun illuminating through my window. I let out a groan, trying to get more sleep. Maybe if I wake up a second time,the pounding ache at the center of my head might just dissapear.But that wasn't the case as my eyelids kepts fluttering and the lovely spirit that orchestrated sleep decided not to come back anymore. With a huff, I flung my legs to the side of my bed and stood up, stifling a yawn whilst trying to make sense of the sheets I was folding and the bed i was making.The air in the bathroom felt tense as I walked in,the door closing shut behind me with a click. Golden-hued lights from the window illuminated the bathroom, so I didn't need to switch on the light. I stared at my reflection in a simple,heart shaped mirror,taking in my familiar features. My skin looked dull,dark circles lurked under my eyes, a constant reminder
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Chapter: Chapter 2He looked up at me with eyes glinting with mischief and a corner of his lips titled up. "You're late", he said in a low whisper, audible enough for me to hear but barely. He was dressed in black pants and a black button up shirt,with its first buttons left undone and the sleeves folded up to his elbow. He took a step closer, disregarding my statement. "I said 'drop your weapon'!", I shouted, tightening the hold I had on my gun. My legs shook slightly. Out of fear or something else? I was unsure. But it was certain,I was scared. I grinded my teeth and aimed the gun in between his eyes ,"I'll shoot! Drop the damn knife" "Dagger", he corrected, tilting it in between his fingers whilst adjusting his posture a bit," Knife is what you use to butter bread" "Do I look like I fucking care?" I think there wasn't a lot of spite in my last statement because it amused him,broadening his smirk so much,it was a full smile now. He didn't move. Didn't even flinch at the gun aimed between his eyes.
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Chapter: Chapter 1 "Tell me what you know about the Black Rose," I demanded, my voice firm as I loomed over the suspect seated on the iron chair. We'd apprehended him after a heist at the fifth precinct downtown. He was caught earlier trying to steal a prized possession in the New Haven museum. He was brought into the station and that's when we noticed he was part of them. He had their signature tattoo at the back of his ears. A black rose. I lowered myself to eye level, my gaze locked onto his. "You will tell me what you know about the Black Rose." I gritted my teeth, struggling to maintain my composure. For the past five minutes, I'd been trying to extract information from him, but he'd remained stubbornly silent. If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, I would've thought he was dead. I took a deep breath and began to speak in hushed tones, my voice barely audible. "Years ago, I had issues controlling my temper.", I brushed his hair back with one my fingers, "I broke my fingers punching w
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