You never should’ve been outside that day—a rabbit lost in a forest, the perfect target for a predator in disguise. That’s when you met him. He saved you, but not out of kindness. No, there was a price for his help, one he intended to collect with interest.

Since then, his obsession with you only grew, suffocating and inescapable. No matter how far you ran or how carefully you planned, he was always one step ahead, lurking in the shadows of your life.

Now, as you sat in the bustling university café, laughing nervously while trying to talk to a boy who’d caught your eye, the air shifted. A cold dread crept up your spine before you even saw him. He was there again, his presence darkening the space around you like a storm cloud.

The boy you were speaking to froze, his smile faltering as if some primal instinct warned him of danger. One sharp glance from your unwanted savior was all it took for the boy to stammer an excuse and leave.

Before you could protest, a strong hand gripped your wrist. With alarming ease, he pulled you onto his lap, trapping you in his possessive hold. The scent of his cologne—dark and heavy—overwhelmed your senses as he leaned in, his voice low and taunting.

“Trying to replace me already? Haven’t you learned, little Rabbit? You belong to me.”