"How do you feel, little bunny?"
Hazel flinched, her breath catching. Slowly, her gaze turned toward the source of the voice...
Vladimir.
He stood beside the bed, shirtless. The corner of his mouth curved into a knowing smirk.
"I—I'm fine," Hazel murmured quickly, pushing herself up to sit.
Her eyes swept over the room, and she froze. It was breathtaking—elegant, spacious, and easily ten times bigger than her own room. Even Riley's apartment couldn't compare.
"You love the room?" Vladimir asked, his deep voice calm but curious, eyes tracing her every reaction.
Hazel nodded slowly. "It's so beautiful."
"Then it's yours," he said with a lazy shrug, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed. "Stay as long as you want."
Hazel shook her head immediately. "I can't. Riley travelled, and I don't want her coming back and not finding me at home." Her voice was soft, hesitant.
Before she could say more, Vladimir moved.
