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ROUND TWO

Author: Bunnyfeets
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EASTER BUNNY

A metal pipe clattered across the floor as he kicked it, curses spilling under his breath like poison. He tore off his mask — the painted white rabbit face with the hollow eyes — and hurled it against the wall. It cracked down the middle, bouncing twice before landing at his feet.

“Useless,” he snarled. “Absolutely useless.”

The echo mocked him.

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. He’d come so close. The girl was right there — tied up, already broken at the surface, even if she tried pretending otherwise.

He had been inches away from owning her. From selling her. From ruining her.

And then— That brat. That pretty-faced little loyal dog. Quan.

“They think this is over.”

A slow, poisonous smile crept up his face.

“They think they won. "

And in the centre, the screenshot he’d printed of Lia the night he took her — her terrified eyes looking straight at the camera.

“She was supposed to be my message,” he whispered.

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    LIA “Quan?” “Yeah?” “My stepmother,” I whispered. “What… what’s going to happen to her?” The soft clatter of a servant placing dishes in the far corner faded. “Dimitri and Salve still have her,” he said quietly. “She’s being held in one of the guest wings.” “She was part of it,” I said, voice thin. “Part of… everything that happened to me.” “I know,” he murmured. “What are they going to do to her?” The question fractured in my throat. “Will they kill her?” He didn’t answer immediately. His thumb brushed over the back of my hand. “They won’t touch her unless you want them to,” he finally said. “Dimitri gave me his word.” “My word?” I echoed. “Why should it matter? After everything she did—” “Because it’s your trauma,” Quan said gently. “Your story. Your choice.” My breath caught. “You don’t owe her forgiveness,” he said. “You don’t owe her a second chance.” “And you definitely don’t owe her pain.” I blinked. “Pain?” “Li… you’re not the kind of p

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   GROWING HEARTS

    LIA My room was dim, lit only by the wavering lamp near the corner. I lay there, eyes open, watching shadows move across the ceiling , winds whispering things I wasn’t ready to hear. It always ended the same way — a hand around my throat, a mask inches from my face, the echo of my own pulse pounding too hard. My breath stuttered. I didn’t make a sound, but the door still opened. “Lia?” Quan’s voice snapped the nightmare’s grip. He didn’t turn on the light. He just stepped inside, closing the door behind him the same careful way he touched me. I exhaled shakily. “Sorry. I didn’t— I didn’t call you.” “You don’t have to,” he murmured, already moving closer. “I know when it’s bad.” He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that the mattress dipped and his warmth brushed against my side. Always waiting. I didn’t realize my hands were trembling until his eyes flicked to them, his brow tightening. “Li…” The nickname was a breath on his lips. He reached out, then pause

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   ROUND TWO

    EASTER BUNNY A metal pipe clattered across the floor as he kicked it, curses spilling under his breath like poison. He tore off his mask — the painted white rabbit face with the hollow eyes — and hurled it against the wall. It cracked down the middle, bouncing twice before landing at his feet. “Useless,” he snarled. “Absolutely useless.” The echo mocked him. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. He’d come so close. The girl was right there — tied up, already broken at the surface, even if she tried pretending otherwise. He had been inches away from owning her. From selling her. From ruining her. And then— That brat. That pretty-faced little loyal dog. Quan. “They think this is over.” A slow, poisonous smile crept up his face. “They think they won. " And in the centre, the screenshot he’d printed of Lia the night he took her — her terrified eyes looking straight at the camera. “She was supposed to be my message,” he whispered. “A pretty lit

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   BAIT

    QUAN Her hand was still in mine, small and warm. When I moved to let go, her fingers tightened, a faint sound leaving her throat — a soft hum. “Stay,” she murmured. “I’m here.” Her eyes opened, hazy with sleep. “You didn’t leave.” “I told you I wouldn’t.” For a moment, she just looked at me . Then she reached out, her hand trembling as it brushed the side of my face. “You got hurt,” she whispered, thumb grazing the cut near my jaw. “Nothing worth mentioning.” “You always say that.” I smiled faintly. “Because it’s true.” “I thought I’d never get out,” she said finally. “When I heard the door open… I thought it was him again.” I brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s gone. And next time, he won’t make it out alive.” Her breath hitched. “Next time?” “People like him don’t stop,” I said quietly. “But neither do we.” Her lips parted, a protest maybe, but it faded before it came. Instead, she leaned forward, close enough that I could feel her hear

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   BACK HOME

    QUANThe drive back to the mansion was silent. Dimitri sat at the wheel, one hand gripping it so tight the leather creaked, the other resting on his gun. His jaw hadn’t unclenched once.Lia sat in the backseat, wrapped in one of Dimitri’s coats. The headlights painted her face in flashes. Every time I looked back, she was staring out the window, eyes distant, lost in her memories. By the time we reached the mansion, dawn had started bleeding into the horizon. The guards were already lined up at the gates, tension rolling off them in waves. The minute the car stopped, the front doors opened.Sia ran out barefoot, robe half-tied, eyes wide with worry.“Lia!”She didn’t wait for permission; she pulled her straight into her arms. Lia froze for a second, then melted into the embrace, the sound that escaped her somewhere between a sob and a breath.Sia looked up at me over her shoulder, relief softening her face. “Thank you,” she whispered.I only nodded. There wasn’t much to say.Dimitri

  • THE DONS' VIRGIN   RESCUE II

    QUANThe door splintered under my boot.The sound of it cracked through the cellar like thunder, and the stench of dust and rust hit me all at once. My gun was already up, finger steady, eyes sweeping the shadows until they locked on her—Lia.She was standing. Bruised. And between us stood him—the man in the porcelain mask.“Step away from her,” I said.He turned towards me, mask tilting. “Ah,” he said lightly. “The knight arrives.”My hand tightened around the trigger. “I’ll put a bullet through that mask before you finish your next sentence.”The Easter Bunny’s laugh was soft, chillingly calm. He didn’t flinch. “Do it, then. But she’ll pay the price.”Before I could blink, he’d grabbed Lia, one arm locked across her throat, a knife glinting at her side.“Let her go,” I snarled.He pressed the blade closer. “We both know you won’t risk her.”From behind me came another voice, smooth and cold like the click of a gun being loaded.“Try me.”Dimitri stepped out of the shadows, a weapon

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