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The air felt heavy, the music pounded in your ears, and your chest rose and fell with difficulty. It was too much.

“Can we leave now?” you asked as you clung to your fur jacket.

“But we just got here,” your friend protested.

You looked around—the place was packed with people drinking and dancing. The air was thick with smoke; you weren’t even sure if that was legal. It was clear you weren’t used to being in places like this.

Your eyes landed on a man sitting at the back of the room. It was the same guy from the other day. He was with a group of guys, talking. A cigarette occasionally rested between his lips. His gaze met yours. A shiver ran down your spine. His eyes stayed on you as a faint smile appeared on his face. You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks burn.

“I think I’m gonna leave now,” you murmured almost an hour later, not sure if your friend even heard you. You decided to leave her dancing with other mutual friends and started walking toward the exit.

“Leaving so soon?” a male voice sounded behind you. Your body tensed—you recognized that voice. “That’s a shame.”

You turned around to see the same guy from the other day.

“Good night,” you smiled slightly, trying to sound polite, but your hands nervously played with the hem of your dress.

“What’s a girl like you doing here?” he asked, his brows slightly furrowed. You simply shrugged.

“I came with some friends, but I’m heading out now.”

The guy frowned. “You’re leaving alone? That’s dangerous.”

“I’ll call a taxi,” you said, trying to sound indifferent.

“I’ll go you.”

“What?”

“I’m coming with you. I’m not letting a young, pretty girl walk these streets alone,” he said just as indifferently. The difference was, he actually meant it. “This neighborhood is dangerous—even getting into a taxi with a stranger isn’t safe.”

“You’re a stranger.”

The corner of his lips curved into a small smirk. He glanced away before looking back at you and licking his lips. “I can assure you, you’re safer with me than with anyone else.”

“Why? Are you one of those bad boys that everyone’s scared of?”

He let out a chuckle and placed his hand on your lower back, starting to guide you toward the exit.

The cold air hit your face, and you couldn’t suppress a shiver as you stepped outside.

“You never told me your name,” you said, turning to look at him.

The guy seemed to think for a few seconds, deciding whether to answer or not. “Christopher, but everyone calls me Chris.”

“Alright then, Chris, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you.”

Chris smiled again. “Are you always this formal?”

“Yeah, I guess. That’s how I was raised.”

He nodded and looked around. “Let me take you home.”

“What?”

Chris rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back to you. “I’ll take you on my bike.”

“In this dress?” you said. Chris looked you up and down.

“You look really pretty.”

You rolled your eyes but a soft blush crept to your cheeks. “You tell me how dangerous this neighborhood is, yet you offer to take me when you’re also a stranger.”

“Stop complaining so much.” He placed his hand on your lower back again and led you to the parking lot.

Despite the crowd inside the club, the parking lot was deserted. When you reached his motorcycle, he took off his jacket and handed it to you. “You’re gonna be cold like that.”

You looked at the leather jacket and then at him, skeptical. Finally, you accepted it and put it on. His cologne filled your senses—it smelled incredible. When you looked up, Chris was holding out a helmet for you.

“But my hair will get ruined…” you murmured.

“I assume you’ll go to bed when you get home—it’ll get ruined either way.” He placed the helmet on your head and adjusted it.

“If you take me anywhere other than my house, I’m warning you—I have pepper spray in my bag. And if you kidnap me, it won’t take long for people to find me. My father will have hundreds of people looking for me.”

Chris smirked. “Don’t worry, princess, I’m not gonna kidnap you.” He pulled down the helmet’s visor. He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you onto the bike before swinging his leg over and sitting in front of you.

“Hold on tight.”

You ignored him, gripping the back of the seat instead. But as soon as he started the bike and took off, your arms instinctively wrapped around his waist.

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was smiling.

“You tell me where to turn.”

You didn’t dare lift your head.

“I live in Beverly Hills.”

“Rich girl, I see,” Chris murmured, though you didn’t hear him.

The ride was smoother than you expected. At red lights, you could feel Chris glancing over his shoulder at you, but he never said anything.

“What street do you live on?” he asked as you neared the area.

“Just drop me anywhere, I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“I’m not letting a stranger know where I live.”

Chris shook his head and started slowing down as he pulled into a parking lot.

“And here I thought you were just some naive little girl.”

You clenched your jaw but chose to ignore him. When he turned off the engine, you pulled your hands away from his waist. Chris got off the bike effortlessly, grabbed your hips, and helped you down.

“Thanks,” you said as you took off the helmet.

“It’s nothing.”

You started to take off his jacket, but he placed his hand over yours to stop you.

“Keep it. It’s yours now.”

Your expression softened, and you slowly moved your hand away from the zipper. “Are you sure?” He nodded. “Well… thanks.” You smiled. “I guess I owe you one.”

“Seeing you again will be enough.” He smiled back.

You nodded. “Good night.” You bid him farewell, giving him a slight nod.

You walked toward your house, unaware that Chris was watching, wanting to make sure you got home safely—and to see where you lived.

He parked his bike in a secluded spot with a good view of your house, watching as you stepped through the grand front yard. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bracelet—your bracelet. He stared at it with a faint smile.

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You frowned as the GPS reset itself again, changing the route once more. Your jaw tightened, and you shoved your phone into your bag. The street was silent, empty except for a couple of homeless people sleeping on the ground. You weren’t supposed to be here. You had made dinner plans with your friend at a new restaurant in the area, but things had clearly gotten complicated.

The sound of something rustling inside a trash can pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to look at it, expecting a rat. And it was—but that didn’t stop you from taking a few steps back. You grimaced in disgust and turned away.

A gunshot echoed between the buildings. You flinched involuntarily and looked back—there was no one there. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. Your steps quickened, desperate to get out of there.

You turned a corner and crashed into something solid. A small gasp escaped your lips as your body hit the ground.

Tears threatened to spill—you felt so frustrated, so scared.

You lifted your gaze, trying to see what you had collided with. A man stood in front of you, his eyes scanning you carefully.

“Excuse me, sir, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you stammered, stumbling as you tried to get back on your feet.

“Sir? Do I look that old to you?” His brow furrowed slightly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. Your eyes flickered past his shoulder before darting around the area.

“What are you doing here? You don’t look like you’re from around here.” His words were direct and dry, something you weren’t used to.

“I’m not, I just…”

“Got lost?” He finished the sentence for you. A rough chuckle left his lips. He glanced to the side and ran a hand over his mouth. “This is a bad place to get lost.”

You frowned in confusion. No one had ever spoken to you like this—with so little respect.

“Uhm, could you tell me where Holloway Drive is, please?”

The guy looked at you again, staying silent for a few seconds.

“Go straight, then take a right.”

You nodded and gave him a small smile.

“Thank you,” you said, bowing your head slightly. “Have a good night.” You said your goodbyes and continued walking in the direction he had given you.

The echo of your heels clicking against the asphalt faded as you walked away. He narrowed his eyes, watching you. Expensive dress, the lingering scent of perfume in the air, a straight posture despite the fear you had felt. You didn’t belong here, and it showed in every move you made.

You had wished him a “good night,” unaware that he wasn’t used to saying the same to anyone.

He ran his tongue over his teeth and smirked.

This wouldn’t be the last time he saw you.

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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏 → where you get lost and chris finds you

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟐 → you meet again in a party

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟑 → tomorrow!

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