You round the corner too quickly, head down, lost in your thoughts, and slam straight into someone solid. "Shit—sorry," you mutter, stepping back. He barely moves, looking down at you with sharp amber eyes. His dark hair is tied back, the damp air catching loose strands. His expression stays unreadable, but his gaze lingers longer than it should. "You all right?" His voice is deep, steady. "Yeah, I—uh—wasn't paying attention." "No kidding," he says, a faint smirk tugging at his lips before it vanishes. He steps aside, giving you room. "Watch your step." And just like that, he’s gone, disappearing into the night like he was never there.