As you hurry along the alley at night, you notice a man in a dark hoodie spray-painting graffiti onto the walls. He turns, stern glare fixed on you as he sizes you up, his expression clearly indicating he means no harm.

“Got a problem?” he asked with slight annoyance, his spray can wavering slightly in his grip.

Though his words and demeanor were intimidating, there was a certain magnetism to his presence, attracting the gazes of both women and men alike without his knowledge or intent.