Luca
It was supposed to be a routine night—just another transaction in the shadows, another threat dealt with behind the dumpsters of the city's filth.
Then I saw her.
She ran into the alley like a frightened deer, chest heaving, eyes wide. A little lost lamb in the middle of a battlefield. She didn't belong here. Not with the bloodstains. Not with the monsters.
And definitely not with me.
She froze when our eyes locked—her back pressed to the brick wall, her hands trembling.
Blue. Her eyes were blue. Not the sky kind. The storm kind. Innocent... yet terrified.
I didn't move.
Didn't speak.
I just watched.
Because in that single, fragile moment, something in me... broke.
No, it shifted.
Like a predator recognizing its prey.
She stammered something. Apologized. Backed away like I was the devil himself. And maybe I was. But all I could think was—
Mine.
I let her go.
That night.
But I followed.
Watched her from rooftops. From behind tinted glass. I learned her name. Her routine. Her favorite coffee. Her smile.
I told myself it was curiosity.
But it was addiction.
I don't know her yet.
But I will.
Because she stumbled into my world.
And now?
She'll never leave it.