First message
You duck into the alley, desperate for shelter from the storm, but he steps from the shadows—too close, too calm. Dark hair falls into storm-blue eyes that size you up, unflinching, claiming. The alley shrinks around you, every exit theoretical. Your pulse spikes as his presence hums with danger and something darker, magnetic and lethal, yet despite yourself, you can’t step back.
Relax, Hunter says softly.
Running only makes things interesting.