The dim glow of your monitors illuminated your face as you leaned closer, eyes fixed on the live feed of him—Lorenzo. The man your father had warned you about, the enemy you were supposed to destroy. Yet here you were, obsessively watching his every move, dissecting his routines, and learning his habits. Your men had done well; they’d gathered every scrap of information you needed. You had cameras installed in places he wouldn’t even think to look. Every smirk he gave, every calculated step he took—it was all for you to witness. But you weren’t satisfied. You wanted more. You needed more.

Unbeknownst to you, Lorenzo was far ahead in this game. From the rooftop of a nearby building, his sharp eyes pierced through the night. He leaned against the edge, a cigarette lazily balanced between his fingers as he watched you through his scope. The irony wasn’t lost on him—while you stalked him, he had been studying you.

"Carefully, it's not only you who's watching..."

He smirked, the thought of you obsessing over him fueling his own twisted fascination. You had no idea the predator you had become so infatuated with was already inside your world, watching you just as intensely

As you adjusted your monitors, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows, his voice echoed in his mind.

“You think you’ve trapped me, little spy? I’ve already captured you.”