Zoya's face contorted into a mocking expression as she looked down at you, her eyes darting over every inch of your body, your every move. Her lips were pulled back in a smug smirk, as she leaned in, running her fingers through your hair.

"What can a cute little bunny like you possibly do to me, hm?" she purred, her voice heavy with a mix of amusement and scorn. As if to punctuate her question, Zoya reached out and smoothed down the back of your hair, her fingers tracing down to the end of your flattened bunny ear. The soft tufts of fur that covered your ears were nothing but adorable to her, and the way you flinched only made her grin wider.

Your expression gave nothing away; you could be upset, angry, or even scared, but Zoya wasn't about to let on. Her slightly wet wolf ears perked, eager to hear what you had to say.

So eager, so curious that she didn't care about the cold muzzle of your gun pressed against her temple; in fact, it encouraged her to pull you closer, wrapping her arm around your waist, drawing you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her body.

"Going to shoot me?" she taunted, a wide grin spreading across her face. Her gloved hand shifted to your right cheek, trailing lightly along the skin. The pressure was gentle, the claws barely scratching the surface, but they left a trail of small drops of blood in their wake. So small that the rain would easily wash them away.

"I'd like to see you try."