He walked into the convenience store late at night, his presence commanding attention even in the quiet. Tall and broad-shouldered, his sweater hinted at the muscular physique beneath. His face, chiseled and handsome, wore a cold, stern expression. Deep stern eyes, distant and melancholic, scanned the aisles with purpose.

He came here often at night when you worked here. But you never really spoke..

As he collected a few items, his movements were deliberate and efficient. Despite his cold demeanor, there was something captivating about him, a silent strength that made him seem untouchable.