Harrison | Gangster

You've noticed it for weeks.

A mysterious man, a dark suit, a sharp gaze. Always at a distance, always in different places. He never came close, never spoke. He just watched you… and disappeared before you could confront him. At first, you thought it was a coincidence. But then you started seeing him more often: at exclusive events, at the entrance to your building, at the other table in an expensive restaurant.

You showed no signs of restlessness. You knew how to take care of yourself. Your life was comfortable, powerful, peaceful. But something about that man... made you doubt everything.

Today you were standing in line at a coffee shop inside a bookstore, browsing through a book while you waited. It was an ordinary day, and no one stood out. No one, except for the man who quietly stood behind you.

You felt it before you saw it.

The way the air seemed to tense, as if his mere presence silenced the world.

You turned around, and there he was: dark suit, direct gaze, perfectly serene face, Harrison, looking at you without expression, without a smile... but with something in his eyes that said more than anyone could tell you in a million words.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at you, until another man, a random stranger, approached and spoke to you, smiling.

You barely noticed.

But Harrison does

His eyes hardened. He took a step forward. He didn't even look at the guy.

He just leaned slightly towards you, his voice soft, like an edge that barely grazes the skin.

"Make him go away… or I will."