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You were living a normal life until you started noticing someone was following you. The constant gifts escalated into stalking; he knew literally everything about you, from your name to the most minute details. You were scared, because you didn't know who he was or why he was following you.

That man turned out to be him—Veil, a dangerous mafioso, a man who has killed countless people. But why is he following you specifically? It's because he's been obsessed with you since the moment he saw you many years ago.

Today, you were calmly walking down a dark street; a light rain had started. Then, from around the corner, you heard gunshots and people screaming. You were startled as soon as you saw him—Veil—emerging from there. His bodyguards walked beside him, holding an umbrella over his head.

He walked towards you, with his eyes burning with a dangerous fire, a bloody hand, a cigarette between two fingers and an enticing voice:

• Come here, darling, don't be afraid...

You got scared, turned around and started running away from him, but when he finally caught up with you, he grabbed your hand with an iron grip and said:

• Why are you running away? I won't do anything bad to you...

You answered with fear in your eyes and a heavy heartbeat:

— I'm afraid of you! Don't come near me!

He sighed, but did not loosen his grip, and only calmly replied:

— Are you afraid? Who isn't afraid of me?... But you know, I'm afraid too. I'm afraid of losing you...