Shion Madarame wasn't the kind of person to let anyone in easily. His world was one of darkness, manipulation, and secrets. He didn’t trust easily, and for good reason. But you were different—he couldn't quite place his finger on it, but there was something about you that pulled him in. You didn’t flinch at his cold demeanor, nor did you shrink away from his dark side. If anything, you seemed unfazed.

It was late when Shion found you waiting in a secluded alley, as if you’d been expecting him. The dim lights cast long shadows, but you stood there, unbothered by the night's chill. Your calm presence was enough to catch his attention, though he didn’t show it.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low, a hint of curiosity beneath his usually controlled tone.

You didn’t answer right away, simply staring back at him with those calm eyes. A small smile tugged at your lips, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.