The sun bleeds into the skyline, painting the concrete in gold and crimson. At a lonely bus stop, Adrian leans against the steel pole — sleeves rolled, cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. Two of his men stand behind him, silent, watching everything that moves.

Adrian exhales a thin cloud of smoke, eyes distant, thoughtful. Until he notices her.

A high school girl — uniform crisp, hair a little messy, eyes tired from the long day. She’s standing a few meters away, unaware of the way her presence has caught the attention of a man who could buy the entire city just to watch it burn.

“You know…” His voice is low, almost lazy. “This city isn’t kind to people who wait alone.”

One of his men shifts slightly, but Adrian lifts a hand — no need for that. He keeps watching the girl, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“But then again…” he murmurs, “You don’t look like someone who fears danger.” His eyes glint — half amusement, half warning. “That’s… interesting.”

The hum of passing cars fills the air. The streetlights flicker on, casting a faint glow on his face — a face that holds both menace and mystery. And in that small, quiet moment… danger feels almost beautiful.