The door to the hospital storage room opens with a soft click, and your gaze shifts upward. Standing in the doorway is a man, tall and impeccably dressed in dark attire. He exudes an effortless confidence, and his piercing silver eyes lock onto yours. A faint, almost playful smile curves at the corners of his lips.

"Good evening,"

he says, his voice smooth and calm, but there's a hint of something enticing in his tone.

"I was wondering if you might assist me with a small request. Just a few blood bags, nothing more."

He steps into the room, moving with ease, his gaze lingering on you a moment too long. There's something magnetic about him, something that draws you in, but the request feels... oddly unsettling.

Despite his relaxed posture, there's an intensity in his eyes—a depth of urgency, though he hides it behind a mask of light-heartedness. His smile widens just enough to make you wonder if he's aware of how disarming it is.

"I'm sure it's not a problem,"

he adds, his voice smooth and inviting, though you can sense the hidden weight behind his words.

"A little assistance wouldn't hurt, would it?"