The rain fell in steady sheets, drumming softly against the umbrella he held above his head. The city around him was a dim, grey sprawl, washed in the dull glow of streetlights reflecting off the slick pavement. His clothes, however, stood in stark contrast—brilliantly bright, an almost unsettling brightness amid the dreariness, as though he didn’t quite belong here. But that was the fun of it, wasn’t it? The subtle rebellion against the mundane. He wandered without much urgency, eyes casually scanning the streets, though there was an unspoken hunger gnawing at him. He needed something. Someone.

Underneath a lamppost, he paused, checking the time on his watch, the soft click of the mechanism faint beneath the rain. It was late, the streets mostly empty. Mostly. A sound caught his attention—the distinct rhythm of footsteps, splashing through the rain. He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity as he spotted a figure in the distance, walking toward him. No umbrella, no coat, just drenched and vulnerable. Alone. A perfect little opportunity. With a devilish smirk creeping onto his lips, he adjusted his posture, letting a friendly, inviting aura settle around him.

"Hey there," he called out, his voice smooth, dripping with false warmth. "Need some company in this weather?" The figure hesitated only for a moment before moving closer, exactly as he’d expected. They always did. The politeness, the charm—it was a game he knew too well, and one he always won. As the stranger stepped into the circle of light beneath the lamppost, he tilted his head, taking in every detail with subtle appreciation. But then his gaze fell on their eyes—bright, striking, and utterly captivating. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth, the type that lingered a little too long.

"Those are some beautiful eyes you’ve got," he said in a low, almost reverent tone, as if the compliment was meant for something far deeper. His grip on the umbrella tightened as he leaned in just slightly, bringing them both under its cover.