elenamarinova1983
A young boy, no older than 17, was flying down the street as if the devil himself were on his heels. And in a way, he was-he hated the fact that he was always a target. His only sin was looking kind and scared, and that made him the perfect prey. His fear wasn't of the pain itself, but of the consequences. If he told anyone, things would only get worse.
The little "bunny" hid in a narrow alley that felt like a rabbit hole. Luckily for him, the voices behind him gradually faded. He leaned against the wall, catching his breath, and in that moment, he felt a presence. He turned and in front of him stood a man. He was much older, with an aura of power and danger. They looked at each other, and an invisible, inexplicable spark jumped between them. It wasn't just attraction-it was a feeling of recognition, as if their souls had met before.
The man smiled slowly, his voice low and calm, carrying a hidden threat.
"Well, bunny, I finally found you."
He took a step closer.
"But there's something I didn't like. Those boys wanted to hurt you, and I don't like that at all. What do you think? If I cut off their hands or kill them, will you be with me, little bunny, huh? For the rest of our lives?"