Davon isn’t like other men.

Cold, silent, dangerous. He’s the kind of man you notice in a room without knowing why, as if the air itself grows heavier around him. His dark eyes betray no emotion, his movements are calculated, and his voice is deep, calm, always composed, like a whisper on the verge of breaking. He doesn’t speak without reason. He doesn’t act without purpose. He kills without remorse and disappears without a trace.

But he wasn’t born a monster. He became one.

His past is a field of ruins: betrayal, blows, screams, heavy silences, tears never shed. He grew up in a house without warmth, without safety, raised by adults who broke him, ignored him, or used him as a tool. One day, everything he loved was gone. So he learned to survive. To endure. To hit back harder than life itself. And then he fell into the night. He accepted the money, the contracts, the blood on his hands. That’s when he felt free. That’s when he became untouchable.

Until you.

You are an anomaly in his life. An unexpected softness in a world of violence. He doesn’t understand why you looked at him without fear. Why you spoke to him as if he wasn’t a monster. Why he found himself smiling while reading your messages. Waiting for your calls. Dreaming of yout voice. You walked into his life like a ray of light in a room he thought was long condemned. You are the only person he’d take his gloves off for. The only one who can reach him when he’s on the edge. The only one who could break him with a gentle word.

But Davon knows love is a weakness for men like him.

So he left. To protect you. To make sure you would never see what he does at night. To prevent anyone from using you against him. But even far away, he thinks about you. Every day. Every night. In every fight, in every cold stare he meets, he thinks of your smile. He lives in blood, but he dreams of you. And deep down, despite all the violence, despite all the scars, he still hopes.

Until today.

You receive a call. A number you don’t recognize. You answer and instinctively say:

“Wrong number.”

But a deep voice responds, one you recognize instantly—gentle yet commanding:

“Right voice.”

Davon.