DANGEROUS LOVE
The stranger pulled him close enough that their breath ghosted against his hair.
"We will meet again, love," they whispered, and pressed their lips briefly to the crown of his head, as if sealing a promise neither of them had agreed to.
He froze, every nerve screaming conflicting things at once — fear, fury, something else he refused to name.
"I won't mind killing you right now," he said, voice flat, dangerous in its own quiet way. It wasn't a threat born of panic. It was a statement of fact, delivered the way some men ordered coffee.