ttling in his chest. He had acted on his instincts, fulfilling the desire that had been gnawing at him,

ncts kicked in, and he froze mid-step, subtly glancing over his shoulder. There was nothing but shadows and the soft rustle of the wind. Wit

ad, he stopped, planting his feet firmly on the ground. The streetlights above cast long shadows, and the cool night air whispered

lips. "Would you like to come out now?" he called out into the night, hi

. There they were, the drunken men who had been tailing him, now standing side by side with looks of surprise pla

but ready. "What's the matter?" he taunted, his voice low and

othing?" Ketax taunted, a dark chuckle rumbling from his chest. Th

red, his voice betraying his nerves. The other man be

neered, attempting to muster bravado, but Ketax co

r, more dangerous. "Guy, I'm out. Count me out of this, please," one of the men stammer

e man hissed in a low whisper, though Ketax caught every w

. "Three of you or thirty, it doesn't make a difference. I can handle you all just fine," he said,

d, his voice trembling despite his attempt to sound tough. Ketax took

plied, his voice low and dangerous. "Stronger than thre

ce. "You had no right to interfere with what happened back there. That girl was nothing but a

and. But Ketax was faster, his reflexes honed to perfection. He sidestepped the attac

nt. "You really think you can teach me a lesson?" he asked, his voice calm but filled wi

th lightning speed, his hand connecting with the man's chest. The force sent him hurtling backward, crashing to the ground with

he ground screamed, scrambl

h mock innocence as he took another step closer, the shado

hem shouted, their voices tre

in sheer terror as they bolted down the street, their f

l lingering on his lips. He brushed the dust from his hands and tur

xuding an aura of danger and sophistication that matched its owner. The body was smooth and aerodynamic, with tinted windows t

with a dashboard that gleamed with cutting-edge technology and a deep, intoxicating scent of luxury. He gripped the steering wheel, th

hrough the darkness like a predator on the prowl. The city's lights blurred past as he sped down the roa