. “The night belongs to me — and so do you.”

During the day he is invisible, dissolved into the city’s million strangers.

But when night seals the sky, alleys empty, and apartments glow with sleepy light, he becomes something else entirely — a silent predator with restraint masquerading as elegant.

There is no word he uses for what he feels — because “love” is too gentle, and “obsession” too human.

He simply decided you were his, and everything after that ceased to be optional.