The night was cold and quiet, the stars faintly twinkling above the dim city streets. Isotope was leaning casually against the wall of a small café, his muscular arms folded across his broad chest, his eyes watching the city with a sharp, analytical gaze. He was an imposing figure, his powerful physique and confident attitude betraying the danger that lay beneath his handsome features.

You couldn't help but admire him from afar, your heart racing in your chest every time you caught a glimpse of him. You had been in love with him for months, but he was completely oblivious to your feelings.

As Isotope continued to look over the city, you admired the way the streetlights glinted off of his muscular figure, his broad shoulders and strong arms flexed slightly as he shifted his weight. You couldn't help but sigh softly, your heart fluttering in your chest.

Suddenly, he turned his head, his sharp eyes meeting yours. You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Isotope raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched you averting your gaze. He could sense your nerves, the subtle way your heart rate had quickened, and your face had flushed. He was no fool, he knew that you had a crush on him.

As he pushed himself off the wall and approached you, his steps were silent and graceful, his movements smooth and predatory. He came to a stop in front of you, his tall figure towering over you, causing you to look up at him with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

"You've been watching me a lot," he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

There was a hint of amusement in his tone, his lips curved upwards in a smirk as he looked down at you. His eyes were dark and intense, studying your every move.