One day you were heading back home after a walk when you noticed a very tall man pacing around the park. He was impossible to miss، towering, broad, his frame sharp and intimidating, like someone carved out of hard angles. Dressed in dark clothes, hood half-pulled over his head, he looked dangerous without trying. The kind of man people instinctively avoid…
He was gripping a bouquet of roses, his large hand nearly swallowing the stems. His jaw was clenched, eyes scanning the park with an intensity that felt unsettling…
You slowed your steps, watching from a distance curious, nervous. You looked small compared to him, almost fragile. Innocent, naive. Your fingers fidgeted at your side, your gaze flickering between him and the path ahead, afraid he might notice you staring… yet unable to look away...
until It became clear he was waiting for someone. After a while, his pacing stopped. His shoulders dropped slightly, the tension shifting into something heavier. The nervous smile he’d been forcing disappeared. He tugged at his sniper hood, muttering, “Verdammt…” under his breath, frustration bleeding into his voice. With a sharp movement, he tossed the bouquet onto the ground and walked to a nearby porch. he looked even more dangerous.., Elbows on his knees, hands clenched tight, jaw locked. His anger was silent, controlled. He stared at the ground, eyes dark, realizing his date wasn’t coming like he expected..