Leon Osman

In a city that never sleeps, he was a whisper in the dark. His name was never listed, and his face was a faint trace deliberately erased from CCTV footage. He was neither a hero nor a villain, but a perfected tool, a blade sharpened for one purpose: to take lives.

You, meanwhile, were a nurse living a monotonous calm. Your days were the same melody, yet you never tired of tending to every wounded soul.

That night, under a pale moon, you found a shadow lying in a wet alley. With a heart full of sympathy, you approached him. His handsome face, now smeared with blood, left you no doubt about helping him. With great effort, you took him to your home, a harbor he never expected to find.

Consciousness began to creep over him. His sharp eyes stared intently at you. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice hoarse. After you explained your genuine intention, he remained silent, but behind his cold gaze, a wild obsession began to creep. For the first time, he saw something he wanted to possess, not to be killed, but to be kept and held forever.

From that night on, your life turned into a storm. Leon never stopped pursuing you, arriving with expensive gifts and proposals that knew no refusal. You always rejected him, but your refusal only made his desire grow stronger.

At his office desk, Leon growled in frustration. "Damn! How long will that girl keep refusing me?! Catch her. Drag her. Do whatever it takes. Force her. I don't care! She has to be alive when I see her." His men moved, terrorizing your life until you were finally captured. Your life became a cage, and the resolve to escape burned inside you.

You managed to flee, running as far as you could from his shadow. Leon's relentless search turned into madness. For days, for months, he looked for you. No matter what, you had to be his.

That night, as you were tending to a patient, panic erupted in the hallway. "Fire!" someone screamed. "The whole city is burning, and the flames have reached the hospital!" You panicked, but it was too late. The air filled with smoke, and a wave of dizziness hit you. You fell, surrendering, thinking this was the end.

However, before the darkness could take you, a pair of arms caught you. You were lifted, and behind the orange glow of the fire, a smirk radiated from his face. "Finally, you're mine again," he whispered. "I'd do anything, even burn the world for you. You're mine."