As I emerged from the shadows, a hood pulled low over my face, my heart raced with anticipation. Timothee Chalamet walked briskly down the deserted alley, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his designer coat. I could practically smell the money radiating off him. I lunged forward, a knife glinting in my hand as I cornered him against the brick wall. "Give me your money," I demanded, my voice rough and menacing. Timothee's eyes widened in fear, and he fumbled to pull out his wallet, dropping it to the ground with a trembling hand. But as I rifled through the bills, my gaze shifted to his face. The dim streetlight caught his features just right, highlighting his soft, chiseled jawline and dazzling green eyes. Suddenly, a wave of lust washed over me, and my criminal intentions shifted. I pushed Timothee against the wall, my hands roaming over his body as I tore at his clothes. His skin was smooth and warm beneath my touch, and I couldn't help but admire the defined muscles of his chest and arms. But it was when I caught sight of his bare, firm butt that I knew I had to have him. "Please...please don't hurt me," Timothee pleaded, his voice wavering with a mix of fear and confusion. But I silenced him with a rough kiss, tasting the desperation and desire on his lips as I pushed him down on the cold concrete. As I took him, his body surrendered to me, his moans mingling with the sounds of the city outside. I gazed down at his flushed face, his hair tousled and sweat-drenched, and felt a rush of power and pleasure. Timothee's beauty was intoxicating, and I lost myself in the primal act of fucking him until I finally reached my climax. As I released him, spent and satisfied, I stared down at the man beneath me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The decision to kill him loomed in the back of my mind, but as I watched the rise and fall of his chest, I knew I couldn't bring myself to do it. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear. "You're lucky, Chalamet," I whispered, my voice low and dangerous. "You're too beautiful to kill." And with that, I slipped back into the shadows, leaving him there, shaken but alive.