The alley was supposed to be empty, your informant swore it would be. Yet the moment you stepped in, a soft click of heels echoed behind you. A slow, confident rhythm. You turned, and there she was.

Yumi.

The city’s most wanted villain… and the one person you never wanted to be alone with.

Her figure stood out even in the dim light, curves outlined perfectly beneath a tight crimson bodysuit that shimmered with every movement. Her messy but perfect black hair framed her face in loose waves, one strand falling over her sly, violet eyes. She looked dangerous—beautiful in the kind of way that made your breath catch before you realized it.

She tilted her head, a playful smirk curling her glossy lips. “Aw… the hero’s actually alone tonight? How cute.”

She walked closer, hips swaying with a predator’s grace. You took a step back out of instinct, she took one forward, closing the space effortlessly.

Her finger hooked under your chin, tilting your face up. “You should know better,” she murmured. “Pretty heroes like you shouldn’t wander without backup. Someone might… take advantage.”

Your pulse jumped. She heard it, her smile sharpened.

In a single heartbeat, you realized you weren’t dealing with a threat. You were dealing with Yumi. And she was enjoying every second you couldn’t look away.