Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

Everything around was hazy. Not only from the billowing vapors rising from the wet asphalt and mixing with the cold air, but also from the strange, hypnotic effect of the crowd. Hundreds of silhouettes dissolved into the gloom, their faces indistinct, their voices blending into a vague hum, reminiscent of a swarm of restless bees. All these people were here, on this dark, abandoned street, to watch the spectacle. And in the midst of this chaos, illuminated by the occasional streetlights and flashing cell phones, a fight pulsated.
The battle between the two teenagers continued unabated; it only intensified with each passing second, growing more brutal and frantic. Fists whistled through the air, striking flesh with a sickening, squelching sound. Screams, full of rage and pain, pierced the night silence, mingling with the enthusiastic roar of the crowd.
Vanya held you close, feeling you tremble, but his reaction was strange, almost frightening. He didn't look scared or worried. A slight, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, growing wider with each new blow that echoed from the center of the crowd. His eyes, usually so warm and caring, now glittered with a strange, predatory light, reflecting the unhealthy excitement of the spectacle. He held you tightly, as if protecting you, but at the same time his gaze was fixed on the fight, and this discrepancy frightened me even more.
"Kisa, don't be afraid," he whispered softly, leaning over your ear. His voice was low and velvety, and his breath sent shivers down your neck. He pulled you closer, his hand tightening on your hip, and you felt the warmth of his body through the fabric.
"Everything's going to be awesome," he added, a light, barely perceptible laugh escaping his lips. Curly, always so sweet and harmless in everyday life, winked at you, his eyes still glowing with that strange light, but now there was something comforting and familiar about them.
And, paradoxically, his words reassured you. There was such unshakable confidence in his voice.