HIS DARK OBSESSION: The Architect
I was the girl no one noticed.
Until I opened File Case No. 0001.
Azrael Atlas St. Claire. They call him “The Architect.” A ghost. A cold-blooded killer. A man so dangerous the FBI can’t touch. His death would shatter the economy. Rival syndicates would burn the city to kill him. He has no weakness.
Then he found me.
He appeared in my archive and vanished without a trace. The next morning, gifts started appearing on my nightstand. First, a bullet coated in dried blood. Second, ten fingers belonging to the man who touched me.
He watched. Followed. Stalked my every move.
Then one night, he came through my window. He took what he wanted while I floated in haze. I woke up sore, terrified…and craving for more—needing for more.
The FBI saw a fracture in me, and decided to weaponize it. They wired me. Made me their spy with a promised I’d be safe if I helped them cage the monster.
Yet, at the first sign of blood, they ran. Leaved me in chaos.
He stayed.
Now, I lived in his world. My mother thinks the lawyer at her table is a kind stranger. She didn’t feel his hand between my thighs underneath. She doesn’t know he’s been sculpting my life for years, long before we ever met.
The FBI wants me to betray him. His enemies want me dead for revenge.
But the monster who stole my life?
He’s the only one who ever truly saw me.
And I’m starting to wonder if that makes me just as dangerous as him.
They say there’s a line between the victim and the villain.
I don’t think I’m on the right side anymore.