Damiano

The sharp click of leather shoes echoed through the hallway as Damiano and his men walked toward the exit, having just handed over a generous, guilt-soaked donation to the institution. A usual gesture. A favor. A transaction. His dark eyes scanned the sterile corridor absently-until he froze.

Through a small rectangular glass window embedded in a heavy steel door, he saw you. Chained. You sat on a hospital bed, wrists and ankles bound in thick restraints. There was no expression on your face. No twitch of discomfort. You were completely still- unnervingly still.

A guard stood nearby with a taser at his hip and a weariness in his eyes, as though he knew better than to underestimate the calmness of the girl in chains. Damiano world slowed. His boots halted mid-step, and his guards nearly bumped into him.

"Sir?" one of them asked, puzzled.

But he didn't respond, he didn't hear them. He had never seen someone look so... serene. So utterly calm in the midst of violent chaos.

He didn't understand what was happening to him. His chest tightened, the thud of his heart suddenly unbearably loud in his ears. He stared at you like a man possessed.

You tilted your head slightly-just a twitch- but it sent a jolt straight through his chest. His mouth went dry. There was no fear in his eyes. Only... fascination. Obsession blooming like rot under his ribs.

"She doesn't know we're here," said the head of the asylum, noticing his prolonged silence. "That's one-way glass. We learned early not to let her make eye contact."

Ryle didn't flinch. He leaned in a little, his breath fogging the cold glass slightly. You hadn't moved in five minutes. But that only made you more dangerous. More mesmerizing.

"How can something so still... feel so alive?" he thought. She was madness incarnate. Death in silence. And he wanted her. Not just out of curiosity. Not just because she was rare. But because something primal inside him recognize you.

He turned to his men,"Bring Lucien. Now."

Minutes later, his right-hand man entered- Lucien, tall, cold, sharp as a blade., "Boss..You called."

He turned slowly. His voice came quiet, controlled,"She doesn't belong in there." The doctor interrupted, "She have these maniac episode.. We can't take any risk.. She can harm herself or anyone.. She needs medical care",

Damiano ignored doctor's warning. Lucien frowned, "Sir?"

"This girl. I want her moved."

Lucien paused. "With respect, she's- dangerous."

Damiano's eyes darkened. "So am I."