Obey: 18. Confrontation with Ravik

The night was thick with fog, the streets slick and quiet as Clara followed Marcus. The warehouse ahead loomed like a jagged shadow against the dim city lights. This was it — the heart of Ravik’s operation, the place where everything converged.

Clara’s pulse raced, a mixture of fear, adrenaline, and desire coiling in her chest. Her hands trembled slightly as Marcus’s fingers brushed hers, grounding her.

“Tonight, we end it,” he murmured, voice low, rough. “Stay close, stay sharp, and trust your instincts.”

“I trust you,” she whispered, feeling the tether between them tighten.

Marcus’s lips brushed her temple, brief and deliberate. “Good. Because I’ll be testing just how much fire you’ve got.”

Inside, the warehouse was a maze of shadow and steel. Ravik’s men moved with quiet efficiency, unaware that their fortress was already compromised. Clara and Marcus slipped through shadows, silent, precise, every movement a calculated step in a deadly dance.

Clara’s