The city felt different at night—the familiar streets transformed into a maze of shadows and silence. Rain from earlier still glistened on the pavement, reflecting the dim amber of the streetlights in shimmering puddles.
I stood in the narrow alleyway, the same one where this entire nightmare—or whatever it was—had begun. My heart hammered painfully in my chest, loud enough to drown out the distant hum of the city.
The air around me was heavy, thick with an electric charge that raised every hair on my skin. My breath caught, shallow and uneven, and I tried to steady myself, to push down the whirlpool of emotions swirling inside.
Fear. Desire. Dread. Hope.
All tangled together like twisted vines, impossible to unravel.
From the shadows, he appeared—slow and deliberate, as if stepping out of the very darkness itself. His eyes locked on me immediately, those dark, intense eyes that had haunted my every waking moment and invaded my dreams.
There was a terrifying calm in his expression, like a storm held in check just beneath the surface.
He closed the distance between us slowly, each step measured and confident, like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.
My breath hitched as his hand rose to brush a wet strand of hair from my face. The touch was soft, almost tender, yet it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me.
I wanted to pull away, to run — but my body refused to obey.
Instead, I found myself leaning closer, drawn in by the dangerous magnetism radiating from him.
His lips hovered just inches from my ear, and his voice was a low, thrilling whisper,
"Run rabbit... but this time, you're caught."
His fingers slid slowly, agonizingly, toward the buttons of my shirt. Every movement was deliberate, each a silent promise that echoed through the space between us.
The world seemed to narrow, every sound fading until there was nothing but the heat between our bodies and the pounding of my heart.
Time stretched and warped, every second drawn out like a slow-burning fuse.
I could feel the warmth of his breath, the subtle scent of rain and something darker—something intoxicating and forbidden.
My hands trembled as they lifted, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
The line between fear and desire blurred until it vanished altogether.
And then—just as his lips parted, hovering on the edge of mine—the moment shattered.
The night swallowed us whole, the story cutting off like a breath held too long.
Left hanging in the darkness, the truth of what would come next impossible to grasp.
I was caught.
But what would happen now—what awaited beyond that breathless cliffhanger—was still a secret whispered only in shadows.
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run rabbit run! short version
RomanceA haunting, slow-burn dark romance where a mysterious man relentlessly stalks his prey, a woman (or man) drawn into a dangerous and intoxicating game of cat and mouse. Bound by a chilling song that echoes through the streets, the hunter and the hunt...
