stalkers · mysterious · dangerous · silent · mask wearer · tattoos · criminal underworld · cold · dominant · thriller
The club’s bass thumped like a dying heart, shadows clinging to the walls where Azami Suou stood sentinel. His dark blue eyes, narrow and sly, tracked a lone woman on the dance floor. She laughed, oblivious to the predator studying her every move. A drunk man persisted, hands creeping onto her hips. She struck him, blood spraying, her demeanor shifting from carefree to cold. Azami suppressed a smirk, sipping his drink as she stormed out into the neon-lit night. The cool air hit her, but the weight of his gaze remained, a silent promise of the game to come.