The Bunny shadow

Chapter 14

Not with him standing there, staring at her like she was some kind of prey.

She turned off the computer and pulled the blinds over the window. Moving quickly around the office, she grabbed her bag, trying to stay calm, but fuck that, she felt fear in her bones. She felt a rush of adrenaline in her blood, her pupils almost turning black. As soon as she reached the door, she bolted.

The empty hallways echoed with the sound of her heels clicking against the polished floor as she rushed toward the elevator. Her mind raced, trying to figure out where she could go-somewhere crowded, somewhere he couldn't follow? Somewhere? Fucking where?!

As she pressed the button repeatedly, her breath came in shallow gasps. The elevator seemed to take an eternity. Her heart pounded in her chest.

Was he already inside?

Was he waiting for her?

The elevator doors finally opened, and she stepped inside, quickly pressing the button for the ground floor. She could feel the walls closing in on her as the elevator descended, her hands shaking as she clutched her bag. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, praying she wouldn't see him when the doors opened.

The elevator dinged, and she nearly jumped out as the doors slid open. She hurried through the lobby, her eyes darting around, searching for any sign of him. The security guard at the front desk gave her a concerned look, but she didn't stop.

She couldn't stop.

She gave him a look that said, "Don't even ask," and walked straight past him.

As soon as she was outside, the cool evening air hit her, but it did nothing to calm the panic that was rising inside her.

She started walking quickly, then broke into a run, her feet pounding against the pavement. She didn't know where she was going; all she knew was that she had to get away.

But no matter how fast she ran, she could feel his presence behind her, closing in.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw him, just a few paces behind, his expression unreadable. The sight of him sent a fresh wave of terror through her, and she pushed herself to run faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She turned sharply down an alleyway, hoping to lose him in the maze of side streets. Her legs were burning, her lungs screaming for air, but she didn't dare stop. The narrow alley seemed to stretch on forever, and she was losing strength.

She could hear his footsteps, steady and relentless, echoing off the walls as he pursued her.

At the end of the alley, she saw a narrow staircase leading up to a fire escape.

With a burst of adrenaline, she sprinted toward it, grabbing the railing and pulling herself up. She climbed as quickly as she could, her hands trembling, the metal steps cold under her fingertips. She pulled out her phone, dialed the police number, and waited for an answer. She was trembling. But as she reached the top, she heard his voice.

"Y/N," she paused for a moment, her head spinning. She slowly turned toward him, he breathed normally, while Y/N was breathless. "Don't do something you'll regret." She understood what he was talking about, and at the same time, she heard a man's voice on the other end of the line: "911, what's your emergency?" She swallowed and slowly pulled the phone away from her ear, ending the call.

Was it a mistake?

Of course it was.

She froze, watching him cautiously as he leaned against the edge of the brick building. She was grateful for the distance between them. Because of his mask, she could see his eyes, which were fixed on her with an intensity that made her blood run cold. He didn't look angry or frustrated. He looked...calm. Determined.

"What do you want?" she managed to choke out, her voice trembling with fear.

Jungkook tilted his head slightly. "You know what I want."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she backed away, her mind racing. She was trapped up here, with nowhere else to go. She felt like a caged animal, with Jungkook closing in.

She looked around and saw the city lights; through the windows, she could see the silhouettes of various people who hadn't drawn their curtains yet. She envied them so much for not being in their place right now. She turned her gaze back to him.

"How come they've never caught you? This country has the best FBI team," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jungkook let out a dark, sinister laugh, his smile playing at the corners of his mouth as much as his mask allowed her to see.

His eyes glowed with a wild, elusive flame. "Idiots can't see beyond their noses," he said quietly, his tone carrying something eerie, something that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. "They think everything is black and white, that evil can be caught and locked away... But Y/N, I don't see the chains that bind me."

She tried not to show how disturbed his response made her, but her heart was pounding wildly. "They'll catch you." She said it naively, knowing she didn't truly believe her own words.

He moved forward, approaching Y/N. She noticed that his black shirt was stained with blood. She froze in place. "I've secured myself, princess."

What?

She shivered at his words.

The tension between them was palpable, almost tangible. Jungkook's gaze was irresistibly intense, possessive, and Y/N felt her heart race with every step he took toward her.

He came close, smelling of peppermint and cigarettes. He was terrifyingly taller than her, reminding her ruthlessly of how much bigger and stronger he was compared to her.

Their faces were only a few centimeters apart, and the tension peaked when Jungkook slowly raised his hand and gently touched her face, his fingers gliding over her soft skin.

She turned her head away, not wanting his touch. Jungkook let out a bitter laugh and grasped her neck with his large hand, squeezing her tightly and pinning her against the brick wall.