Haunted by Obsession

From the balcony of my tower, I watch the streets below, a maze of light and shadow, chaos and order. It's a reflection of me, really. Fragile on the surface, but venomous at the core.

I've always known the price of power.

I've paid it in sleepless nights, ruthless deals, and the slow erosion of my soul. But the cost of meeting him, the man who haunts my every step, is something I can't even begin to tally.

I shift my weight, the metal grating creaking softly under his imposing form. His prese...