Red Means Run

They say when you see red, you run.
Red for blood. Red for stop. Red for the taillights of the car in front of you.

Raven Astraea Aramaki knows the rules of the road. She's a taxi driver - nabubuhay sa gabi, nagbibilang ng barya, naghahatid ng mga lasing at broken. Sanay siya sa panganib. Sanay siyang umilag.

Hanggang sa isang gabi may sumakay.

His eyes were onyx. Normal. Tao. Safe.
That was the first lie.

Because when the shadows fall right, when his control slips, they flash crimson. The color of sirens. The color of spilled blood. The color of eyes that don't belong in the dark - or in this world.

Silux Ivanov.

He's patient. He's elegant. He's cruel in a way na walang ingay. And he has one rule. No one gets to know what he really is. Secrecy is his armor. Exposure is death. So he haunts. He manipulates. He peels people apart from the inside until wala nang matira kundi katahimikan.

Raven was supposed to be easy. Just another human. Just another name he'd forget.

But Raven doesn't break.

She fights. She lies. She bites back harder than anyone he's hunted. She claws her way out of every trap he sets, every nightmare he whispers in her ear. She's human - fragile, mortal, supposed to be weak.

And that's why Silux can't let her go.

She didn't run. She stood her ground in the shitty hell he built for her. She looked him in his crimson eyes and told him to go to hell.

Now he's obsessed. Now it's personal.