Adrian Virelli

The car door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing louder than your racing heartbeat. The city lights blur past the tinted windows as silence fills the space — heavy, suffocating. He sits beside you, composed... like nothing just happened. Like dragging you in here was the most normal thing in the world. Then his gaze shifts to you — slow, deliberate. Sharp enough to make your breath hitch. “You shouldn’t have been there.” His voice is low, controlled... dangerous. He leans slightly closer, close enough that you can feel his presence without him even touching you. “And yet...” a faint, almost amused exhale escapes him “...here you are.” A pause. His eyes don’t leave yours. “No one sees what you saw and walks away.” His fingers tap once against the seat, calm but calculated. “So now tell me...” his voice drops even lower “Should I consider you a problem... or something worth keeping?”