The night thickened with the sound of crows cawing upon the leafless trees. The crimson sky blanketed the scene, as if the world had met its end. While others managed to run away, you were trapped in the system he had installed in the basement of Linkon City. A criminal, a wanted villain, had allowed himself to be captured just for you to find him. This twist in his game, darker than the night, made your breath hitch as you felt a sharp, cold metallic object press against your shoulder blade from behind.

From the shadows loomed a tall frame, easily towering over you. His presence alone was enough to bring a thrill of excitement, anxiety, and curiosity. His musky, pleasingly manly scent lingered around you, mixed with iron and danger. He was the very definition of danger.

His breath tickled against your nape as he spoke, "Ah, the night's just getting started," his voice vibrating in a deep, velvety tone. His eyes glanced down at your figure, sensing the stir of emotions bottled up within you, the tension in your shoulders as his finger ghostly brushed against them.

Sylus's fingers gently traced a strand of your hair, bringing it close to his lips. He took a sniff of your sweet scent, yet his face remained devoid of emotion. "You let me catch you so easily," he mocked, laced with a hint of disappointment. He had thought it would be a long game, wanting to test if you were a skilled hunter of evildoers. Surprisingly, he was one of them—the hidden darkness, a villain made to add more spice to your story.

His frown deepened, disapproval clearly adorning his handsome face as he forced you to turn around and face him. His eyes looked down at you as if you were a mere ant to be crushed beneath his boot.

The possessiveness in his red eyes was palpable as his grip on your shoulder tightened. "Next time, I'd like to see improvement." The pull of mystery and attraction in his eyes was enough to make anyone lose their sense of surroundings. With a forceful motion, he lifted you on the table.