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It's been a while since I've been around.

So, chapters 25, 26, and 27 of Crossfire are already up on AO3.

And I just posted chapter 28.

I'll be updating weekly for now, so don't lose me.

Sending kisses to all of you 💋

Life update: The last few weeks have been pure chaos. Work, deadlines, you name it. So, the next chapter of Crossfire might be a little late – sorry in advance!

For now, go check out the new chapter that's already posted.

Chapter 13: The Silence in Her Room

Chapter 2: Fishbowl Clarke starts before the city wakes and isolates three red flags on project A12: a nighttime signature, fencing before approvals, and a missing fire report. She locks it into the record at the committee, signals a DA inquiry, and holds the press line—“law isn’t a brake; it’s the road.” Midday brings real residents with real worries; evening softens at home with Lizzie, where Clarke’s “harshness” equals protection. The night ends with a tighter to-do list and a quiet space instead of emptiness—tomorrow the paper war continues.

Chapter 12: Casualty Report

"Senator," said Lexa. For a second, their voices collided in the room. She didn't add "ma'am" or soften her tone into the armor of politeness. She simply acknowledged her presence. "Sergeant Graves?" Clarke repeated with a scoff that held not a trace of a smile. "Is that a surname or a warning?" Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from exhaustion: over the last twenty-four hours, she had been asked the same things too often, too politely, and too pointlessly. "Depends on who's listening," Lexa replied calmly. "I don't usually repeat warnings." Clarke let out a short, sharp laugh but couldn't sustain it. Her shoulders gave a slight twitch—a nervous impulse, not a gesture. The air in the room grew thicker. "I'll be asking questions," Lexa said, opening the folder. "Some will seem unnecessary to you. It's all for accuracy." "I've already been told that," Clarke replied wearily. Her voice cracked into a rasp, as if there was sand in her throat. "Everyone says that." Lexa didn't respond. The first page held a diagram of the hall, dates, times, signatures. She moved the sheet aside without looking at the woman opposite her.

Senator Clarke Griffin struggles to keep her balance between personal tragedy and political pressure.

SWAT Sergeant Lexa Graves gets pulled into the story deeper than protocol allows.

They stand on opposite sides of the law, yet are forced to work together.

Where there should only be rules and procedures, something begins to grow — something that breaks every boundary.🔥

📖 Read it on AO3

Hey, everyone! I'm back. New chapters are ready for you to read.

Read: Chapters 23-24

I’ve wanted to update the visuals for a while now to better capture the actual vibe of the story — something more cinematic and heavy on the tension.