The night was too quiet.
Yalina hated nights like this…They felt like something bad was about to happen.
She walked faster, her heels echoing against the empty street, her breath slightly uneven. The streetlights flickered above her, casting shadows that didn't feel right.
Then—
A sudden grip on her wrist.
Strong. Firm. Unforgiving.
Her heart skipped.
"Who—" she tried to speak, but her voice got stuck.
He pulled her closer.
Too close.
Her back hit his chest, and she froze.
"Careful…" his voice brushed against her ear, low and dangerous, "You shouldn't be walking alone."
Yalina swallowed, trying to stay calm. "Let go of me."
But his grip tightened instead.
For a moment… just a moment…she felt something strange.
Not just fear.
Something else.
Something worse.
His fingers slowly slid from her wrist to her chin, forcing her to look at him.
And when their eyes met—
Everything stopped.
Dark eyes. Intense. Unreadable.
"Now tell me," he murmured, a faint smirk forming,"Are you brave… or just stupid?"
Yalina's lips parted, her heart racing.
"I don't get scared easily."
A pause.
Then his smile deepened.
"Good," he whispered."Because I'm not a man you can run from."
Silence.
The air between them turned heavy… dangerous… addictive.
Neither of them knew—
That this was the beginning of something they would never escape.
Not love.
Not hate.
Something far more destructive.