Wednesday night and the city is a fucking cesspool of noise. Stuck in the shadows again, watching the door while the world spins without me. Usually, I’d be itching for a fight, but tonight... it’s different. My mind keeps drifting back to the way she looked at me earlier. Like she wanted to eat me alive. I can almost feel the ghost of her teeth on my neck. It’s driving me up the fucking wall. I want to grab a fistful of that hair, drag her into the nearest alley, and see if she can handle me when I stop holding back. I want to ruin that perfect fucking mouth until she’s choking on my cock and forgetting her own name. She thinks she’s safe behind these walls, but she has no idea how hungry I actually am. Duty is a cage, but she’s the key that’s gonna break it.