Yara's heart pounded as Basilisk gently lowered them to the ground, still holding her securely. His fangs grazed her throat once more before he released his jaws, but his arms remained around her, a reminder of his control. The sensation sent another shiver through her, mixing fear and something she didn't want to acknowledge.
His words, calling her a runner, struck a chord. She had never run, always fought to prove herself. But now, caught in his embrace, she felt exposed and vulnerable. The nickname "little rabbit" stung, yet it also felt strangely fitting.
"I promise," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The mix of emotions swirling within her was overwhelming, but she knew she had to comply. She couldn't fight him, not now. She needed to understand her own feelings, to navigate the confusing blend of attraction and fear. For now, she would be the good girl he asked for, even as she struggled to make sense of her own heart.
