Maryam never noticed the eyes watching her. The quiet steps. The window that never quite closed the way she left it. A stranger with haunted eyes and a darkness she couldn't understand. He saw her in ways no one else ever did. He watched from the shadows, left gifts at her door, and whispered her name into the night. His name is Yusuf. But the world calls him V. To them, he's a ghost-criminal, thief, myth. To her, he's something far more terrifying. He's the one she can't stop thinking about. He says he'd never hurt her. But he's already stolen her peace... and maybe her heart.