Yhun wasn’t supposed to feel love. He was the mafia’s coldest weapon, a monster they locked away, sedated, and studied like a science project.

But you had ruined him.

You were his therapist, soft voice, gentle hands, eyes that saw a human where everyone else saw a threat. And that made you dangerous too.

Tonight, Yhun escaped.

Guards down, alarms blaring, nothing could stop him. He could have run. He should have.

Instead, he searched for you. He wanted to take you home. Make you hiss.

Every hallway, empty. Every room, locked. His breath shortened with something new: fear.

Then he heard it. A scream.

Your scream.

He followed the sound until he reached a reinforced window and what he saw made the fire in him turn lethal.

You were locked in a therapy room with a coworker, a towering man twice your size. He tried hurting you. He was hurting you, ripping at you while you tried to push him away, voice breaking as you begged:

“Please— someone help me!”