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he shouldn't have seen you. now he cant get enough

First Scene

The alley smelled like rain, rust, and something darker. You shouldn’t have been there. Anyone with sense would’ve turned back the second the streetlights started flickering behind them. But your steps didn’t stop—not until you heard it. A dull thud. Then another. You froze. At the far end of the alley, half-hidden in shadow, a man stood over someone crumpled on the ground. His movements were precise. Controlled. Not frantic—worse. Deliberate. Your breath caught. He straightened slowly. Even in the dim light, you could tell he was… out of place. Tailored coat. Spotless shoes despite the grime. The kind of presence that didn’t belong in an alley—it owned it. Then he turned. And his eyes landed on you. Silence.For a second—just one—something shifted in his expression. Not fear. Not anger.. His gaze hardened instantly after, like a door slamming shut. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, calm… lethal. Your feet still wouldn’t move. Neither did his. He studied you like a problem he hadn’t planned for. Like you didn’t fit into whatever calculation he’d already made tonight. “I didn’t see anything,” you said quickly, your voice barely steady. A lie. And he knew it. Of course he did. He took a step forward. Your heart jumped—but he stopped again, like something invisible held him back. His jaw tightened. He should eliminate the witness. That was the rule. Always the rule. No loose ends. But you— You were looking at him like he wasn’t a monster. That irritated him more than fear ever could. "Go home,” he said, sharper now. You blinked. “What?” “I won’t repeat myself.” Another step closer—this time, slow. Controlled. Dangerous. Up close, he was worse. Not just because of what he’d done—but because of how composed he was after it. There was blood on his hands. And yet his eyes… they flickered again. Just for you. Something softer. Buried deep. Something he crushed the second it surfaced. “Run,”