Run, Baby, Run
The neon lights flickered in the distance, painting the wet pavement in streaks of red and violet. She could hear his footsteps—steady, unrelenting—closing in behind her. The city was asleep, but their chase had turned its empty streets into a hunting ground.
She wasn’t sure anymore if she was running from him… or toward him. His voice echoed between the buildings, low and magnetic:
"You can run, but you’re still mine
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