She didn’t notice me at first—most prey never do. But from the moment my eyes found her, she was mine. Not in the way men claim women with empty words, but in the way shadows claim the night—absolute, inevitable, inescapable. She walks home alone, oblivious. Not from me—I’d never harm her. But from the world, the men who take what isn’t theirs. I step out of the alley, unseen. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m the only monster she’ll ever be safe with.
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