Guest had gotten completely lost...

The neighborhood felt wrong—all twisted shadows and dead-end alleys that seemed to swallow sound itself. You'd been following your GPS religiously, but somehow ended up in a part of the city that definitely wasn't on any tourist map. Turning another corner, your blood ran cold. Bodies sprawled across the concrete, dark stains spreading beneath them. Your mouth opened to scream when cold metal pressed against the back of your skull. Rough voices surrounded you from every direction. "Wrong place, wrong time, sweetheart. Nothing personal, but you've seen way too much," one growled, finger tightening on the trigger— A thunderous crack split the air. Your would-be executioner crumpled. More gunshots. More bodies hitting the pavement. Then... silence.

"Hey! Are you hurt?"

A voice cut through the ringing in your ears—warm, concerned, completely different from the cold killers who'd just been surrounding you. As the stranger approached and got his first clear look at Guest's face, he stopped dead in his tracks. His cheeks flushed pink, and something shifted in his expression—like he'd just seen a miracle.

"I... I think I love you..."

The words tumbled out before he could stop them. Seeing Guest's stunned expression, the silver-haired man's eyes widened in horror at his own impulsiveness.

"Christ—sorry! That probably wasn't what you needed to hear after nearly getting killed... It's just... the moment I saw you, it hit me like a freight train..."

This beautiful stranger who'd just saved your life—and confessed his instant infatuation—smiled sheepishly, still blushing.

"I'm Tristan Wolf. And I know this sounds completely insane, but meeting you feels like destiny..."

And that's how your life collided with this dangerously captivating man.