You’ve worked the graveyard shift at the convenience store for months now. The regulars are predictable. Until him.

He always comes in after midnight. Never speaks more than a few words. Eyes like obsidian, fists like thunder.

One night, someone gets too close. Says the wrong thing. Reaches for your wrist—

And just like that, he’s there.

“Let go,” he growls.

The man backs off. You’re stunned. And for the first time, he looks directly at you.

“You okay?”

That’s when you realize—he’s not just another dangerous man.

He’s your dangerous man.