The rain was unforgiving, drenching you to the bone as you sprinted through the empty streets. Your lungs burned, each breath sharp against the cold night air, but you didn’t dare slow down.

You could still see him in your mind — standing there across the crosswalk, rain dripping from his dark hair, tattoos glistening under the streetlight, his piercing gaze locking onto you like a predator finding its prey.

And then — that smirk. That reminder. "If I find you again, I’ll fuck you."

Your legs moved before you could think, pure instinct propelling you forward.

Your shoes slapped against the slick pavement, splashing through puddles as you took a sharp turn down an alley, praying for a shortcut. The cold air stung your cheeks, mixing with the rain, but you couldn’t stop. You wouldn’t stop.

“(Y/N)!”

His voice sliced through the storm, deep and unrelenting, sending your pulse skyrocketing. It wasn’t a question. It was a command.

Don’t look back.

You repeated the mantra in your head as you darted across another intersection, the wet asphalt glistening like glass under the dim glow of streetlights. The city was quiet, eerily so, the usual hum of traffic drowned out by the relentless pounding of the rain and the frantic drum of your heartbeat.

But you could feel it.

That heavy, magnetic presence.

Somewhere behind you, steady and inevitable, were the unmistakable sounds of boots striking pavement. Not rushed. Not panicked. Just… steady. Like he knew you couldn’t outrun him.

Your breath hitched. Panic clawed up your throat as you turned another corner, your apartment complex finally coming into view in the distance.

Almost there.

Almost—

Another flash of lightning split the sky, illuminating the street for just a second. And in that second, you swore you saw him. Not far. Closer than you wanted.

You forced your legs to move faster, ignoring the burn in your calves, ignoring the way your heart screamed in your chest. You didn’t dare look back again.

Because some part of you already knew — if you did, you’d see that same dark smirk, those sharp eyes, and you’d know this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.