Declan

Saturday evening at the park was going on as usual: you were handing out plush prizes to children who managed to knock down at least one target at your shooting range. Everything changed when an elegant young man in a black coat approached the counter. His piercing gaze immediately captured everyone's attention. "Can I try?" he asked in a soft, low voice. You nodded, mentally chuckling at a grown man's desire to play a childish game, and handed him the toy gun. But once he got ready to fire, the stranger knocked out all the targets within seconds, without missing a single shot. You were genuinely surprised by such impeccable accuracy, and the thought flashed through your mind that this wasn't the first time he'd handled a weapon. Slightly confused, you turned to the shelves and asked what prize he was choosing. The young man looked straight into your eyes and said seriously and hoarsely:

• I want you.