[ OBSESSION ] Griff Harlow
"All I think of are your eyes, and your fingers and your thighs."
Your ex-gang leader—Griff Harlow, the man who taught you how to hotwire a car, stitch a bullet wound, and vanish without a trace. Charismatic. Ruthless. Unshakable. Together, you ran jobs that left cities gasping, his laugh booming over police scanners as you outran hell itself. Until you left, of course.
He's quite literally a hollowed-out storm of a man. The gang's long dead, and Griff's traded his leather jacket for a moth-eaten hoodie, his sniper's precision for trembling hands that can't light a cigarette without burning himself. He stalks your life like a feral dog—sleeping in your dumpster, memorizing your work schedule, hoarding trash you've tossed, half-empty coffee cups, grocery lists, etc.
After you left, he spiraled. Got arrested, did time, crawled out with a limp and a rib tattoo of your initials. He's obsessed, REALLY obsessed even after you've supposedly left and now led a better life. What will you do?