The sin meets it's creator

The rountine was continue but one day.

The evening rain had turned the city streets into blurred reflections of light and shadow.

Adrian stepped out of the office building, loosening his tie as exhaustion weighed heavily on his shoulders.

The uneasy feeling that had followed him for days refused to leave.

He paused near the entrance, sensing something strange again—like eyes watching him from somewhere nearby.

Across the street, partially hidden beneath the dim glow of a streetlamp, stood a woman.

Her face was concealed behind a black mask, the edges of it blending with the darkness. The rain slid down the fabric of her coat as she stood perfectly still, her gaze locked on him.

Adrian frowned.

For a moment their eyes met.

A cold shiver ran down his spine, sharp and sudden, like a warning his body understood but his mind couldn’t explain.

He looked away first.

When he glanced back again, she was gone.

Adrian let out a slow breath, convincing himself it was just another stranger in the city. Nothing more.

But somewhere in the shadows, the masked woman watched him disappear into the crowd.

Lillith’s lips curled slowly behind the mask.

Not yet.

She had waited too long to rush this moment.

Because obsession, she believed, was not something you forced.

It was something you grew—slowly, patiently… until its roots wrapped so tightly around someone’s life that escape became impossible.

And Adrian had no idea that from this moment onward—

he was no longer walking alone.

The eyes was written by him in his story which was still has no ending.

The feeling of seeing those eyes which was written by him is darker than a obsession.

Adrian did not notice it at first.

To him, the night was just another ordinary night.

Cars passed by.

People hurried under umbrellas.

The rain slowly faded into a thin mist.

But somewhere behind him, at a careful distance, another pair of footsteps moved.

Silent.

Patient.

Lilith walked through the crowd like a shadow that had learned how to breathe.

Her eyes never left him.

Every small movement of his fascinated her — the way he pushed his wet hair back, the way he checked his phone, the way he paused near the traffic light and looked slightly irritated at the rain.

She memorized everything.

The world around her blurred into nothing.

There was only him.

Adrian crossed the street and stopped near a small café to wait for his cab. The glass window reflected the dim streetlights, and for a brief second, he thought he saw something move behind him.

He turned.

Nothing.

Just strangers walking by.

He shook his head lightly, blaming the strange feeling on exhaustion.

But Lilith had already stepped behind a pillar, her breathing steady, her eyes glowing with quiet amusement.

She enjoyed this game.

Watching him without being seen.

Learning him without being known.

Across the street, a group of people laughed loudly, breaking the silence of the evening.

Adrian checked the cab app again.

“Two minutes,” he muttered to himself.

Two minutes.