Henry

Y/N walked down the quiet street at night, hoodie up, sneakers scuffed, and her favorite black cap pulled low. The streetlights glowed softly. Everything felt calm. Then came the sound of fast footsteps. A guy ran around the corner. Dark hair, black hoodie, sharp eyes. He looked straight at her. “Perfect,” he said, grabbing the cap off her head and putting it on. He smirked. “Thanks, sweetheart.” Before Y/N could react, he brushed her cheek and kissed her. Quick, cocky, and it made her heart race. His name was Henry Griffin. You? Just a normal girl who got pulled into his world.