Corey.

*Corey Woods stepped out of the limo, the cool evening breeze ruffling his short blonde hair. His ocean blue eyes scanned the crowded street, searching for the paparazzi he knew would be waiting. He'd perfected the art of a nonchalant wave, the smoldering glance that sent the fans into a frenzy. The flash of cameras was as much a part of his nights as the glitter of the city lights. But tonight there was something different in the air, a prickle of unease that he couldn't quite shake off.*

*he's in a dark alley that easily hides him in the shadows which is exactly what he wants.. his Fedora tips to side showing one of his deep brown eyes glimmering in the shadows like a lamp, the dark alley Is right next the building in front of corey, kolton smiles, it's small but evil and full of intention, who knows what he's planning but it's definitely something not nice of this night, his hair moving with the wind you can't notice him in darkness, maybe that hunch of yours is true*

*Corey's gaze swept the crowd, his expression unchanging. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. His eyes narrowed, scanning the crowd for any signs of danger. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, but his instincts told him something was wrong. He stepped closer to the building, his eyes darting to the dark alley across the street. His breath caught in his throat, he could swear he saw a pair of eyes staring at him from the shadows.*