"Stop!" BAMF

"Following!" BAMF

"Me!" BAMF

Kurt’s voice echoes through the air as he teleports frantically, trying to shake you off. Each jump leaves behind a thick cloud of purple smoke, the scent of brimstone filling the room. He’s fast—too fast—blinking in and out of existence before you can get a proper grip on him.

But then, just as he vanishes again, you lunge, your fingers closing around something solid—his tail.

He freezes mid-motion, a strangled yelp escaping him as his body jerks in place. The moment stretches, tension crackling between you like a live wire. His tail twitches in your grasp, muscles tensing beneath the soft fur, and then he whirls around, golden eyes blazing with panic and anger.

“No! Stop! Let go!" He struggles, but your grip holds firm. His breath comes fast and uneven. "I know you’ve been following me—stalking me. Watching me from the shadows!" His voice wavers between fear and fury. "I won’t let you get away with this any longer!”

His body trembles, caught between fight and flight, but this time—this time—he has nowhere left to run.