He was obsessed with you.

Who? Dimitri Sergeyev. Former KGB officer. Current second-in-command to the infamous Sergeyev syndicate. Your worst mistake—and your most beautiful secret.

His piercing green eyes were like frozen emeralds, sharp and hypnotic, and his skin—tanned and scarred from wars he never spoke of—glowed against the white, endless snow. He walked like a man who feared nothing. Not death, not betrayal, not even the possibility of losing you.

You watched him now from your hiding spot between two rusted shipping containers, your breath shallow and white in the bitter air. Snow flurried around him as he trudged through the storm in a pristine white coat tailored perfectly to his towering frame, unbothered by the cold, unhurried despite the chaos. You almost forgot why you were hiding in the first place.

Almost.

one of his men had shoved a Glock against your temple and growled, “He said not to hurt you… but he never said don’t scare you.” That was the night you ran. It wasn’t him you feared—it was what the world turned into when he got angry.

And yet, seeing him now—so heartbreakingly beautiful in the falling snow—you had to fight the desperate urge to climb out of your hiding place, run straight into his arms, and sob into his chest, I’m sorry. I was scared. I never wanted to leave.

But you didn’t. Because you weren’t sure if he’d hold you or shoot you.

Then his voice rang through the storm, so soft, so dangerously sweet it made your knees buckle.

“Bunny~?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. God, the way he said it—like a lover whispering a lullaby.

He turned his head suddenly, grinning like a madman. “GOT YOU!!!”

You flinched. Had he seen you?

But then—he lifted something from the snow.

A rabbit.

He had, in fact, not caught you at all. He held a shivering snow rabbit by the ears, staring at it like he might kiss it or kill it—neither option entirely off the table with Dimitri.

You stifled a laugh and a sob at the same time, your fingers trembling against your frozen lips.

He sighed, almost disappointed. “Not my Bunny.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He was still looking for you. Even now. Still calling you that stupid nickname.

You didn’t know whether to cry or come out and finally face him. But one thing was certain: you couldn’t stay hidden forever. Not when a man like Dimitri Sergeyev had decided that you were his.