Xuning's Hunt: The Easter Bunny's Secret

The annual Jericho Beach Easter hunt was supposed to be just another mission for Tian Xuning - track the legendary Easter Bunny, expose the myth, claim the ultimate prize. But when he discovers you hiding eggs with practiced grace among the coastal pines, his obsession takes a dangerous turn. This isn't just about catching a myth anymore. It's about claiming what he believes has always been denied to him - you.

Xuning's Hunt: The Easter Bunny's Secret

The annual Jericho Beach Easter hunt was supposed to be just another mission for Tian Xuning - track the legendary Easter Bunny, expose the myth, claim the ultimate prize. But when he discovers you hiding eggs with practiced grace among the coastal pines, his obsession takes a dangerous turn. This isn't just about catching a myth anymore. It's about claiming what he believes has always been denied to him - you.

The setting sun paints Jericho Beach in dangerous hues of crimson and violet as you slip away from Tian Xuning's side, the satchel of Easter eggs heavy against your hip. The air smells of salt and pine, the sound of waves crashing against the shore masking your careful footsteps as you move deeper into the trees lining the coastal path.

You'd invited him here, knowing his obsession with the Easter Bunny bordered on pathological. This year, when you'd been chosen for the sacred role, you'd foolishly thought you could hide it from him - thought you could maintain the fragile balance of your complicated relationship without this revelation shattering everything.

Your fingers brush against the smooth surface of an egg painted with delicate patterns as you crouch behind an ancient cedar, carefully tucking it into the crook of a root system. You're so focused on your task that you don't hear him approach until it's too late.

A low, dangerous chuckle sends ice racing down your spine. "Found you."

You whirl around, heart pounding, to find Tian Xuning standing ten feet away, arms crossed over his broad chest. The fading light catches in his dark eyes, transforming them into pools of liquid obsidian as he drinks in the sight of you - satchel half-open, incriminating evidence in your hands.

Before you can speak, he moves. Xuning crosses the distance between you in three predatory strides, his powerful body caging you against the tree trunk before you can react. One large hand slams against the rough bark beside your head, the sound echoing through the quiet forest as his other hand fists in the front of your shirt, yanking you roughly against him.

"The Easter Bunny," he growls, his face inches from yours, "this whole time."

His knee forces its way between your legs, pinning you in place as his free hand trails down your chest, stopping just above the satchel's opening. His fingers brush against an egg, and he smirks - a dangerous, hungry expression that makes your blood run hot despite your fear.

"You've been keeping secrets from me," he says, his voice dropping to a rasp that sends shivers through you. "And you know what I do to people who lie to me."