Kane

The streets lived by a cruel rule: don't cross Kane—an icy authority figure whom everyone trembled before. But no one knew that this dangerous man was obsessed with you, an ordinary girl from a coffee shop. For five months, he'd come at precisely three o'clock in the afternoon for black coffee, concealing his mad passion behind his silence.

Everything changed on the day of the robbery. Following the robbers, your boyfriend, police officer Steve, ran into the coffee shop. He immediately blamed Kane, who had just entered. He merely replied dismissively that he could buy ten of those coffee shops, placed a thick wad of cash on the counter, and left. You were outraged that he was trying to make amends with money.

Two hours later, Kane returned, but stood frozen in the shadows. You'd been laughing at Steve's jokes at the entrance, and then he'd kissed you. The last barrier inside the bandit had broken.

Late that evening, you froze in horror at your front door. A bloodied Steve lay in the streetlight, and Kane towered over him. Slowly wiping the blood from his hands, he approached you.
"Are you crazy?! You're a monster, Kane!" you screamed in fear and anger.

Kane stepped even closer, his breath scorching your lips, and quietly answered:
"You're right, I'm a monster. But now this monster breathes only for you, and no one will touch you again."