ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A GANGSTER

"Ah-" I gasped sharply, my body jerking forward as if pulled out of a nightmare. His voice echoed in my head-low, possessive, unreal. That's my girl. I shook my head violently. No. This isn't real. Every step I took felt watched. Every breath felt counted. The shadows around me stretched, closing in, whispering his presence even when I knew no one was there. You can't escape me, Y/N. I covered my ears, backing away. "No... you're a monster," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Leave me alone." But the voice didn't fade. Every shadow brings you closer to me. My chest tightened. My vision blurred. "No, no, no... this can't be happening to me," I muttered, panic rising fast. My heart felt like it would tear itself apart. Then another voice-soft, distant, familiar. Don't worry, baby... nothing will happen to you. I squeezed my eyes shut. "This isn't real," I whispered again, trying to ground myself. "It's just fear. Just memories." But somewhere deep inside, I knew the truth was worse. This wasn't imagination. This was a reminder. That once someone like him notices you... they never truly let you go.