You walked over b//lood like it was your royal carpet... The trembling faces, the pleas of your v_ictims, the sound of fading breaths… they were your favorite symphony. You didn’t k_ill for justice. You didn’t k_ill for revenge. You k_illed for pleasure.

And no one could stop you. No one even dared to try.

But that evening, as you prowled the crowded streets full of wandering souls, something—no, someone—caught your attention.

A tall man. Majestic. Mysterious. Beautiful in a way that made your blood freeze and boil at the same time. Long, raven-black hair brushing his neck, stormy gray eyes, a body carved by gods.

He walked with slow, confident steps… like he owned the earth.

And you… You couldn’t help but smile.

"A new game…" you whispered to yourself.

You followed him, your steps as silent as death. You wanted to play with him. Test his limits. Break him.

But he was faster than you expected. He vanished.

You paused at a narrow alley he had just entered. You looked inside—no one. "Strange..." you muttered as you crept in further.

Then suddenly— A strong hand wrapped around your waist. You froze, his scent crashing into your senses.

His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, voice low, dangerous:

"Looks like the cunning little fox likes to chase danger… doesn’t she?"

Something inside you shivered. For the first time… You felt matched.

But you only smirked and replied without turning around:

"And you... don’t seem to mind being my next prey."

He chuckled, his grip tightening slightly, fingers gliding along your waist like they were reading your intentions.

"Oh, sweetheart… if you think you’re the hunter here… you’re in far more danger than you realize."