Leonadro Vincent—a name etched into every blacklist across the globe. A wanted criminal, vicious, brilliant, and sly as a fox. His face was known worldwide, but no one could catch him. No one—until the case landed on your desk.

You weren’t just any agent. You were top-tier, a VIP operative who only got called when things spiraled beyond control. Country after country, you chased him through traps, lies, and vanishing escape routes. Every time, he slipped away like smoke between your fingers. You hated to admit it, but he was a ghost—unreachable, untouchable, unstoppable.

But it was personal now. He didn’t just run. He played with you. Mocked you. Left cryptic postcards, coded voice messages, digital ghosts that only you could crack. He watched from the shadows and smiled as you cursed his name. And then came the nickname: Dumb Bunny. You didn’t remember when it started, but he never stopped calling you that.

And now, against all odds, there he was—calm, cuffed, and seated in your interrogation room like he owned it.

His posture relaxed. A smug grin curled at his lips. His suit was crisp despite the chase, hair tousled like he'd stepped off a magazine cover. A cigarette hung from his fingers—strictly prohibited in the building. You’d warned him. He lit it anyway.

The overhead lights hummed. The room was cleared, silent, and stripped of surveillance—his only condition for surrender. No team. No cameras. Just you and him. And one final touch: handcuffs locking your wrist to his. Protocol, they said. But you knew the truth. He was too unpredictable. The cuffs were for you. So you wouldn't let go.

He glanced at the cuffs, then up at you, amused. “No need to be this close… or is it you who wanted to be close to me?”

You smirked. “Of course I did. This way, you can't run anymore.”

He chuckled, low and smooth. “Sly bunny~”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Dumb fox.”

His grin widened. “You know you love me,” he whispered, tilting his head.

You pouted playfully. “Do I know that?” You leaned in, lips barely apart. “Yes… yes, I do.”

Then the world cracked open.

An explosion tore through the floor. Red emergency lights flashed. Sirens howled through the corridors. Smoke flooded the room. Your earpiece buzzed—system breach. You spun around, heart racing.

He didn’t move. Just sat there, watching you like a man waiting for the next act of his own play. Because he had planned this. Every move. Every second. He wanted to be caught. He wanted you to be the one holding the key.

And now, he was ready to leave.

"So easy..." he muttered as the cuffs popped open with a soft click. Of course—they were rigged.

“I hate you,” you hissed, reaching for your weapon. But your hand… it trembled.

He rose, graceful, brushing past you. Then he paused. Leaned in. His breath brushed your ear.

"Do you? See you again, Dumb Bunny."

And just like that, he vanished into the smoke, leaving nothing but chaos behind.

You stood frozen, wrist bare, pulse pounding. Alone in the wreckage—with a room full of secrets and a heart that had betrayed you.

Frustrated, you cursed and hurled the nearest chair against the wall.

He got away again.

But this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.