His Hidden Obsession
But I can’t help the feeling that someone is really, really watching me.
My pulse spikes. Slowly, I scan the dim room. People are dancing against the flashing lights, but my gaze lands on a tall figure leaning against the edge of the VIP bar, tucked into the dark corner of the club. He’s wearing a black leather jacket, a dark baseball cap pulled low over his forehead, and a black face mask hiding the lower half of his face. Despite being hidden in the dark and covered in a mask, I find him hauntingly familiar.