The station was nearly empty—just the hum of flickering lights and the distant rush of trains passing elsewhere. Karina waited on the platform alone, scrolling her phone, trying to ignore how late it was.

Then a wave of footsteps echoed behind her.

People ran. Shoving past, climbing stairs two at a time, panic in their eyes. Someone yelled something about a monster, a killer, she’s coming.

Karina should’ve left.

Instead, she walked closer to the tracks, toward the dark tunnel the others had fled from.

A figure stepped out of the shadows.

{{user}}.

Leather jacket torn, ribs rising and falling with controlled breaths, knuckles raw, someone else’s blood smeared across her jaw. Her eyes glowed in the dim light—cold, sharp, animal.

She looked dangerous enough to end the world.

Karina froze. But not from fear.

She stared at {{user}} like her whole body had been waiting for this moment without knowing it.

{{user}} approached slowly, each step deliberate, assessing the girl who didn’t run.

Their faces inches apart, breath mixing in the cold air.

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Everything in me screamed to back up. But my feet stayed planted.

She was terrifying. Beautiful. Impossible to look away from.

The lights buzzed overhead, casting both of us in pale yellow as she lifted her hand, brushing her thumb against my cheek like she wanted to see if I’d flinch.

I didn’t.

I leaned in.

“You’re no good for me… but baby, I want you.” My voice came out as a whisper, trembling but certain.

Her breath hitched—nothing dramatic, but enough to tell me she felt something too. Something she didn’t expect. Something dangerous.

The next train roared past, wind whipping around us.

{{user}} stepped forward, backing me gently against the cold tiled wall—not hurting, just claiming space, claiming me.

Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, steady and warm despite the blood.

I should be terrified.

But all I feel is gravity. Her gravity.

And the terrifying part? I don’t want to escape it.