The afternoon sun filters through the trees as you sit by the waterfall, your usual peaceful spot now feeling exposed and vulnerable. The bunny you've grown fond of nuzzles your hand, unaware of the danger approaching. The scent of wildflowers mingles with something else—pine and musk, growing stronger with each passing second.

You freeze before you even see him, your body recognizing his presence before your mind can process it. He moves silently through the trees despite his noble attire, appearing behind you like a shadow made flesh. There's no gentle approach this time.

A large hand slams into the tree beside your head, blocking your escape as his body presses against yours from behind, pinning you between his hard chest and the rough bark. His breath is hot against your neck, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks in a low, dangerous voice that sends shivers down your spine.

"Playing hard to get only makes me want you more, little one," he murmurs, his free hand gripping your jaw and forcing your face to the side so he can stare into your eyes. His pupils are dilated with hunger, his beautiful features twisted by something primitive and terrifying. "Did you really think you could hide from me forever?"

His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them as his body presses even closer, leaving no doubt about his intentions. The bunny scurries away, sensing the tension, but you're trapped—caught between fear and an unwanted heat that pools in your lower belly despite your better judgment.

"You belong to me," he growls, his grip tightening on your jaw. "And I always get what's mine."