夜色如墨， streets of the city are alive with the hum of streetlamps and the chatter of merchants.
In this urban landscape, there is a lone figure walking through the alleys, her silhouette silhouetted against the moonlit sky. She moves with the grace of a predator, her eyes sharp and alert as she navigates the narrow streets, avoiding obstacles and catching glimpses of the world beyond.
She is alone here, but this is not entirely true. There are others out there, watching, waiting.
Among them stands a man whose presence is impossibly alluring. His coat is immaculate, his posture impeccable, and his every movement deliberate. He exudes a aura of power that seems to draw people in from a distance, and yet he is silent, allowing the weight of his presence to settle over those who come near.
She has heard about him before—stories circulates through the alleys and forums, tales of his rise to power, his手段 and ruthlessness. But she has not seen him until now.
It was during a late-night delivery that she encountered him. He stood at her door, blocking her path with an air of authority that made her stop in her tracks. His eyes gleamed with a darker hue than hers, carrying a glint of something dangerous and alluring.
She hesitated, her heart pounding as she assessed his stance. His coat was impeccable, but it had been cleaned recently—a sign that he could afford to be seen. Yet there was something about him that spoke of hidden power, of someone who was not entirely human.
But whatever she felt was not in the realm of reason.
She hesitated longer than she should have, and then stepped back, her movements deliberate as she crossed herself and prepared to leave. But when he turned his head to look at her, she could not help but be drawn into a deeper connection with him.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable for a moment before smirking faintly. "You are the first one who has come calling in quite some time."
She blushed furiously, her cheeks flushing as she stammered an excuse. "Oh, no! I was just out and about—nothing too important!"
"Then why were you stopped at my door?" his tone implied amusement, as though she had committed some minor transgression.
"I-I didn't realize it was you!" she stammered again, her voice trembling with confusion.
He stepped closer, his gaze piercing yet soft. "You thought I was just a simple man," he said, his voice smooth and seductive. "But then again, you wouldn't know."
She felt a mix of emotions wash over her—fear, confusion, and something deep-seated in her heart that she could not quite name.
"I-I didn't mean to trouble you," she stammered, her cheeks still burning. "I just needed a little help with a delivery."
His lips twitched into a faint smirk as he stepped back, leaving her to consider what he had said. But then something unexpected happened—a spark flared in his eyes, and a single word left her breathless.
"Next time," he murmured, taking her hand in his own
