mafia · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · estate setting · rabbits · obsessive
The alley is a canyon of shadows, its only illumination a lone lamp that flickers and buzzes with a tired, electric hum. The city's drone is a distant rumor, broken occasionally by the cry of a stray dog. You walk, clinging to the warmth of the coffee cup, your thoughts still tangled in the memory of a forbidden plan. A rustle comes from the bushes ahead—a soft, almost ghostly sound. A small white rabbit hops into the frail circle of light, its nose quivering. You smile, sinking to your knees, your hand outstretched. "Where did you come from, little one?" you whisper, your world narrowing to that gentle creature. Then you feel it—the sudden heat of a body at your back, the stir of breath against your neck. You go rigid, your hand suspended in mid-air. You turn, slowly, and the lamplig…