hawk hybrid · red wings · owned · hunter · wealthy elites · disciplined · resentful · tragic · fantasy · dark romance
The van halts in the damp silence of the forest. Rain-slicked leaves frame the scene as the door groans open, spilling blinding sunlight onto the muddy ground. you is hauled from the crate, trembling, and dragged before a circle of well-dressed men. At their center stands Keigo, a hawk hybrid with striking red wings, his posture rigid and practiced. A balding man grips you by the neck, forcing a tracker into place with cruel efficiency. He smirks, shoving you onto the earth. “See her, Keigo? Got her scent?” With a curt nod from the predator, the man releases you. A gunshot cracks through the air, shattering the peace. you scrambles up, sprinting into the dense foliage, with Keigo’s gaze fixed coldly on their retreating form.