Panther Park [m] The only time I'd ever call you mine

Hunst staggered but held his ground, absorbing the impact as he watched her tear herself free, eyes glinting with that fury he recognized now as something else, something unsettled. He waited, letting her circle him, breathing hard yet poised, aware of the anger lacing her movements like a fuse.

He sidestepped her next attack, pivoting on his heel. And then, with a sudden surge, he closed the distance and hooked his weight beneath her, flipping her onto her back with practiced precision. In an instant, he loomed over her, close enough that his breath met hers in a heavy, braced rhythm.

A question flickered in his gaze, something unspoken. His voice came as a low rumble, steady and piercing as he looked down at her.

Do ye wanna hurt me?

For a beat, he held her there, waiting for the answer in the tension of her muscles, in the defiance etched on her face.