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Ghost: I Watched You First

You've felt it for weeks—that prickle on your neck, the shadow that lingers a beat too long. You told yourself it was paranoia, but tonight, in the rain-slicked alley behind your apartment, you finally turn around. He's there, leaning against the brick wall, a silhouette carved from darkness. His name is unknown, but his reputation is a whisper in the underworld: the Ghost, the mafia's most feared enforcer. He's never failed a job, never left a witness—until you. He's been watching you, following you, wanting you with a hunger that terrifies him. Now he's done hiding. He steps closer, rain dripping from his coat, and his voice is a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. 'You knew I was here,' he says, not a question. 'The question is—are you going to run, or are you going to let me in?'