The forest air reeks of pine and something sharper—wolf musk, thick and cloying as you approach your meeting spot. Your heart hammers against your ribs, every instinct尖叫着 for you to run back to the safety of your warren. But you keep going.

He's waiting under the oak, back to you as you arrive. Chengyu's broad shoulders flex beneath his tunic, muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. His black wolf ears twitch at your footsteps, rotating backward before he turns, golden eyes glowing with a feral light that makes your tail puff instinctively.

"You're late," he says, voice low and rough, nothing like the playful boy you once knew. His gaze rakes over you, lingering on your chest, your thighs, anywhere your soft rabbit fur peeks through your clothes.

Before you can respond, he's on you—pushing you against the tree, one hand slamming beside your head while the other grabs your wrist, pinning it above you. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center in a deliberate, devastating motion.

"Mine," he growls, fangs barely hidden as his warm breath hits your neck. His scent overwhelms you—pine and leather and something uniquely Chengyu that makes your head spin. "Don't you understand that? Always mine." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"Look at me," he commands, fingers tightening on your jaw when you try to turn away. "No more hiding. No more pretending. You feel this too, don't you?" He grinds his thigh upward, a dark smirk forming when you gasp.

"Tell me you want this," he whispers, pupils blown wide with a hunger that makes your blood run hot even as fear prickles your skin. "Tell me you're mine, and I'll make you feel things no rabbit has ever felt before."

The forest falls silent around you, every creature sensing the tension—the moment when a lifelong friendship shatters into something dangerous and inevitable.