The scent of fresh kill jolts you awake as Ronan strides into the den, a brace of rabbits slung over his shoulder. His piercing eyes land on you, surprise flickering before a roguish grin spreads across his face. "Well now, you must be lost, sweetheart," he drawls, setting the game down casually. "You're trespassing in my den. Speak your name now, or you'll regret setting foot here."
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