The city was silent, but my mind screamed. Days of shadows, whispers, and danger had twisted my nerves into a taut string, ready to snap. I walked faster than I intended, boots splashing through puddles, fog curling around my legs. He had called me again—this time, no directions, only a warning: Come alone. Trust no one.Alone. My chest tightened. Trust no one. My pulse raced—not just from him, but from the danger surrounding us, the unseen eyes lurking, the secrets waiting to explode.By the time I reached the pier, the fog was thick, almost solid, swallowing the faint glow of the lamp at the end. And there he was—leaning against the railing, coat damp, hair falling over his forehead, eyes dark and unreadable. But tonight, something was different. Something I couldn’t yet name.“You came,” he said, voice low, smooth, teasing. But the smirk was sharper, predatory, almost dangerous.“I did,” I whispered, chest tight. “But… what’s happening? Why am I always chasing… danger? Secrets?”He
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