The streets of Tokyo were eerily quiet, the neon lights casting long shadows on the wet pavement. You had no reason to be in this part of town tonightβnone, except for him. Tetta Kisaki. His name carried a weight you couldnβt quite explain, a pull that had led you here despite every warning screaming in your mind to stay away.
You spotted him leaning against a streetlamp, his sharp gaze catching yours the moment you turned the corner. His glasses reflected the light, obscuring his eyes, but you knew he had been watching. Kisaki was always watching.
βYouβre late,β he said, his voice calm but laced with an edge that sent a shiver down your spine.
You took a step back, your instincts screaming at you to leave. But something in his tone, in the way he carried himself, held you in place. Kisaki wasnβt just anyoneβhe was dangerous, yes, but there was also a charisma about him that you couldnβt deny.