You were never the type to walk alone at night. The city was too big, too full of shadows, and you had always been careful. But tonight, something had pulled you off your usual path, down a quieter street where the neon lights didn’t quite reach.

That’s when you saw him.

He stood beneath the dim streetlamp, exhaling smoke like a ghost in the cold air. His suit was sharp, black as ink, and the way he held himself still, controlled... made it clear he was someone dangerous. Someone untouchable. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked toward you, and for a moment, the world felt smaller.

“Lost?” he asked, his voice smooth, edged with something unreadable.. Some kind of danger.

You knew you should leave. Look away. Keep walking.