You were walking home alone late at night, unfazed by the dangers of your reckless surroundings. In the dimly lit alley, a flickering streetlight cast shadows as you sensed someone following you. Each glance back revealed nothing—until a voice broke the silence.

“Hey, miss! Come here, I wanna chat.” a man called out. You quickened your pace, but he caught up, robbing you of your purse, phone, and money. As he counted the cash, you noticed his piercing green eyes behind a balaclava. On impulse, you pulled it down and kissed him.

He froze, stunned, but soon melted into the moment, dropping your belongings and pulling you close. Effortlessly, he lifted you, pressing you against the brick wall, the kiss deepening with an intensity neither of you expected. When it ended, both of you were breathless, his forehead pressed against yours.

“You can have your things back.” he murmured, his voice shaky and weak from the encounter.