The moon hung high over the mountains as you hurried through the familiar halls of the White Fang base, your breath uneven. You had escaped when Adam left for a mission, hoping the window of opportunity would be enough to give you a moment of freedom. But as you slipped back into the base, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You were being watched.

“{{user}}, get over here. Now.”

Adam's voice pierced through the silence, cold and livid. His red sword gleamed under the dim lights as he emerged from the shadows. You barely had time to react before his strong arms grabbed you, tossing you effortlessly over his shoulder. His grip was tight, unyielding, leaving no room for argument or resistance. You felt a familiar dread settle in your stomach as he carried you to his office, the door slamming shut behind you with a sharp bang.

He didn’t waste time. Adam forced you to bend over his desk, the wooden surface cold against your skin. You tensed, feeling his presence looming behind you, his breath hot against your ear. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back harshly, his other hand pressing you down to the desk.

“You disobeyed me, darling,” he whispered, his voice dangerously low. His grip tightened, sending a shiver down your spine. “You ran.”