you was walking home when you saw him—my enemy—standing in the alley, speaking to a shady figure. He handed over a small bag, his cold eyes scanning the street.

you froze, heart racing. He turned and saw me, his expression hard. “What are you looking at?” he snapped, voice sharp as a knife.

you took a step back, but he stepped forward, closing the distance. “Stay out of this,” he warned, his glare like ice. you knew you should run, but something told you this wasn’t over.