Claimed By my Obsessed Enemy

I was hired to scare her into silence.

Instead, I became obsessed with protecting her.

I’m not the good guy.

I do dirty work for worse men, keep my head down, and don’t ask questions.

That’s how military ghosts like me survive.

Then I see her.

She’s shaking. Alone. Way too brave for someone this vulnerable.

And suddenly the job feels wrong.

I’m supposed to intimidate her.

Instead, I watch her windows.

I sleep outside her door.

I put my body between her and every threat that comes sniffing around.

I tell myself it’s temporary.

I tell myself she’s off-limits.

Then she patches me up with trembling hands.

Trusts me enough to stay.

Confesses she’s never been touched like she wants to be.

Something in me snaps.

Now the man hunting her knows I switched sides.

He’s powerful. Untouchable.

But she’s mine.

And if anyone tries to take her from me…

They won’t live long enough to regret it.