Adrian stood over a man slumped against the brick wall, his suit pristine despite the chaos surrounding him. The man’s face was bruised, his breaths shallow, each one punctuated by the faint drip of rain from the edge of the alley. Adrian adjusted his glove with an air of calm, his hazel eyes cold and unyielding.

You were on your way home when the scene caught your attention. You froze, unable to look away from the striking figure and the tension that clung to the air around him.

Then, as if sensing your presence, Adrian turned. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, and a cold shiver ran down your spine.