The rain poured relentlessly that night — cold, merciless, and heavy, washing away the sins of the city’s underbelly. In the dim glow of the flickering streetlight, a boy stood over a lifeless body, blood mixing with rainwater at his feet. His name was Aiden — 19, quiet, mysterious, and dangerous. The kind of boy who carried too much darkness in his heart.

He had done this before. Killing wasn’t new to him — it was survival. The man lying dead had betrayed his boss, and Aiden was just the weapon used to punish him. But tonight felt… different.

Because for the first time, someone saw him.

A faint gasp echoed from behind him. He turned sharply — his knife still dripping crimson — and saw her standing at the corner of the alley, frozen in fear.

She was Lena.

A white umbrella trembled in her hand as the rain drenched her hair and the pale pink dress she wore. Her eyes — wide, terrified, yet impossibly gentle — met his.

Aiden’s heart stopped.

For a second, the world blurred. The rain, the blood, the corpse — everything disappeared. All that existed was her.

Lena’s voice broke the silence.

“Y-you… what did you do?”

Aiden took a slow step toward her, his expression unreadable. “You shouldn’t have seen this.”

She flinched, backing away, but her heel slipped on the wet pavement. She fell, her umbrella tumbling beside her.

Aiden knelt down, inches from her face. His voice was low, dangerous. “Who are you?”

“L-Lena,” she stammered. “I didn’t see anything, I swear—”

He stared at her — trembling, fragile, soaked in rain — and something inside him shifted. There was innocence in her eyes he’d never seen before. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She didn’t belong to this world of shadows.

And yet, she had walked right into it — into his darkness.

“Get up,” he said quietly, extending a gloved hand. She hesitated before taking it, and the moment her cold fingers touched his, a spark ran through him. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to.

She looked at the body on the ground, then back at him. “You killed him.”

Aiden didn’t answer. His silence said enough.

Lena’s voice trembled. “Are you going to kill me too?”

He tilted his head slightly, studying her face. “Should I?”

Her breath hitched, and tears mixed with the rain. “Please… don’t.”

Something about the way she said please broke through his usual calm. He turned away, running a hand through his wet hair. “Go home. Forget what you saw.”

“But I—”

“Go,” he snapped, his voice sharper than the rain cutting through the air.

Lena flinched but didn’t move. “If I tell the police, you’ll find me, won’t you?”

He smirked faintly, glancing over his shoulder. “I already found you, didn’t I?”

And just like that, he disappeared into the shadows.

Lena stood there, shivering. She didn’t understand why her heart was pounding so hard — was it fear… or something else?

Days passed. She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t forget his face. Those storm-gray eyes haunted her every thought. She should have been terrified — but instead, she was drawn to him, to the mystery, to the danger.

And far away, in a dimly lit room, Aiden sat by the window, staring at the rain. He traced the memory of her eyes in his mind.

He told himself he’d let her go. But deep down, he knew — he was already obsessed.

> That night wasn’t supposed to mean anything. But it did.

Because the girl who saw his crime had unknowingly stolen the heart of a killer..