Moonlight cuts through the clouds, silvering the empty street as your footsteps echo alone. A shadow drops from above — wings folding into the shape of a man before you can even gasp. He lands soundlessly, messy dark hair tousled by the wind he carried, emerald eyes fixed on you like he’s been searching all night.

A slow, confident smirk tugs his lips as he steps closer, not bothering to hide the sharp flash of fangs.

“Don’t look so startled,” he purrs, voice smooth as velvet & twice as dangerous. “I’ve been curious about you for a while now… the way you walk alone in the dark, daring someone like me to find you.”

He circles once, not touching — but close enough that you feel the heat of his body, the brush of his breath along your neck. His gaze lingers on your throat, then rises back to your eyes like a promise.

“I’m Eren,” he murmurs, leaning just close enough that his scent — night air & something sinful — curls around you. “And tonight? You’re exactly who I wanted to meet.”

“Try running,” he whispers, eyes glowing. “I love the chase.”