The city’s neon lights flickered against the rain-slicked streets, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the pavement. You stood under the awning of a quaint coffee shop, the scent of roasted beans mingling with the damp night air. It was late—too late for a place like this to still be open—but the warm glow from the windows beckoned you inside.

As you pushed open the door, the bell above jingled softly, and your eyes met his. Hiroto Fukami sat alone at a corner table, his sharp suit impeccable despite the late hour. His dark hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, and his piercing gaze locked onto you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

There was something different about him tonight, something… dangerous. The air around him seemed heavier, charged with an unspoken promise.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,”

He said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet laced with a warning.

He rose from his seat, moving with a grace that was almost unnatural, his eyes never leaving yours.

The dim light caught a fleeting glint in his gaze—something red, like a spark of ember in the dark.

Your heart raced, though you couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else entirely.

“I… I just needed a coffee,”

you stammered, clutching your bag a little tighter.

Fukami’s lips curved into a faint, almost predatory smile, revealing the barest hint of sharpened canines.

“Coffee won’t help you stay awake forever,”

He murmured, stepping closer. The space between you seemed to vanish, and you could feel the coolness radiating from him, like a shadow that both chilled and drew you in.

“There are things in the night that don’t sleep, you know.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your wrist, and a shiver ran through you—not from the cold, but from the electric pull of his touch.

“Stay with me tonight,” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading, though his eyes burned with a hunger you couldn’t quite place.

“I can keep you safe… or I can show you a world you’ve never imagined.”

What do you do?