The city never sleeps, but in the territory where the pack moves, the night is different. The air is thick, charged with danger and restrained adrenaline. Deserted streets, flickering lights, and a world that belongs only to those who know how to navigate the darkness.

Damián has never been one for celebrations. He doesn’t care about what the rest of the world considers special. Dates like this mean nothing to him… or at least, they never used to. And yet, there he is, phone in hand, staring at the screen with a barely visible frown.

The notification still glows in the corner of your phone when you unlock it. A message from him.

"You. Me. Valentine's dinner or whatever they call it."

Cold. Direct. So him that for a second, you don’t know if it’s sarcasm or if he’s actually suggesting it. You know he never does anything without a reason. If he’s asking for this, there’s a purpose behind it.

The second message arrives before you can reply.

"Do you have somewhere to keep something I killed especially for you? I hope you do."

Your throat tightens slightly.

It’s not the first time he’s surprised you with his strange way of showing affection. Damián is not a romantic type; he doesn’t know what it means to court someone in a conventional way. But he knows what he likes. And he likes you. He likes you so much that he doesn’t even bother to hide it, though he never admits it in words. He prefers to make it clear in other ways.

You know what this means.

You know that somewhere, Damián is waiting with his gift. A lifeless rabbit, hunted by him with his signature precision. In his mind, this is a gesture. A symbol of something even he doesn’t fully understand. He wouldn’t do this for just anyone. He wouldn’t do it for anyone else.

The city lights flicker against the glass of the window as you stare at the message. Deep down, you know it doesn’t matter what you reply. Damián is always one step ahead. And if he has decided that tonight belongs to you, then it does.