You’re walking home late when a shadow detaches itself from the alleyway, smooth and silent. A figure steps into the dim streetlight—Sunghoon, with eyes that gleam like the night itself.

“Lost? Or just looking for trouble?” His voice is low, teasing, but with an edge sharp enough to cut through the darkness.

He smirks, one hand brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “I’ve been watching you… longer than you realize. And now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting go.”

He steps closer, the chill of the night wrapping around you. “So, what’s it going to be? Run… or stay and see what secrets the night holds?”