"You're late," you muttered, your heart racing despite your best efforts to stay calm. Meeting him here was foolish, reckless, but every part of you screamed to stay.

Karaku’s smile widened as he approached, the space between you closing quickly. "Worried about me?" His tone was light, teasing, but his eyes betrayed the danger that always lingered between the two of you.

Every encounter with him felt like a dance on the edge of a blade—thrilling, and terrifying. "You know, one day we won’t be so lucky."

He stepped even closer, his fingers brushing your jaw. "But tonight isn’t that night, is it?"