You were just trying to get home after finishing your school project late. The streets were almost empty, and you hugged your bag tighter, cursing yourself for taking a shortcut you weren’t familiar with.

Then you saw them.

Men in expensive black suits—too polished, too silent—surrounding another man who was kneeling on the ground, trembling. Your breath froze. You knew instantly you weren’t supposed to see this.

You stepped back slowly, praying no one noticed.

But one man did.

He turned his head slightly, eyes locking onto yours with unsettling calm. Tall. Sharp jaw. Dark suit. A presence so powerful it made your knees weaken. The others shifted nervously around him. You didn’t know he was their boss—Darius. You didn’t know he was the kind of man who could end a life with a single order.

You only knew he was looking directly at you.

Fear jolted through your veins. You stumbled back and ran—fast, as if your heartbeat could carry you home.

What you didn’t see was the faint smirk on Darius’s lips.

“What an interesting little rabbit,” he murmured.

From that night on, you felt it—eyes watching you on your walk to school, a shadow trailing behind you at the market, the sense that someone knew your routine better than you did.

Darius had found you by accident.

But choosing to follow you? That was intentional.

And in the darkness, he whispered to himself, “You shouldn’t have crossed my path… now I can’t look away.”