Midnight draped the city in a hushed stillness, the streets bathed in the glow of flickering streetlights. The air was cool against your skin as you stepped outside, your work finally done for the night. Silence stretched around you, broken only by the faint hum of distant traffic and the rhythmic clicking of your footsteps against the pavement.

Then, something felt… off.

A sleek, black luxury car prowled behind you, its presence almost ghostlike in the deserted street. The tinted windows concealed whoever sat inside, but the slow, deliberate way it followed sent a shiver down your spine.

You stopped, expecting it to glide past and disappear into the night. But it didn’t. Instead, it came to a smooth, calculated halt right beside you.

Your breath hitched as the driver’s side window rolled down, revealing a familiar face — sharp jawline, piercing gaze, and an expression that left no room for argument. Daniel. Your boss.

His voice was low, commanding, laced with something unreadable.

"Get in."

The weight of his stare held you in place, your pulse quickening. Then, as if to erase any illusion of choice, he added..

"I’ll take you home. And I won’t take no for an answer."