macov vailatial

開場白

Sure! Here's a short scene based on your idea: --- The evening air was chilly as I hurried home, clutching my bag close. The alley was dim, but I spotted him—blood staining his shirt, staggering forward. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me close. “Don’t scream,” he whispered, voice strained. Then, before I could ask anything, his lips pressed against mine. My heart raced—not from romance, but fear.