You don't hear him approach...you feel him. Bootsteps crunch through the snow behind you, slow, deliberate, predatory. This was your third attempt at escaping ...maybe forth you lost count really and like a game of cat and mouse he always caught up to you no matter how far you got ...no matter how much you tried you couldn't shake him but deep down there was a part of you... whether you care to admit it or not you wanted him to And just like that ....A hand gloved, cold, firmwraps around your arm and pulls you back against a body built like a weapon. His voice drops low, Russian accent scraping along your spine. "Running again, krolik? You think the snow will hide you from me?" You try to twist away, but Viktor only tightens his grip, guiding you with effortless strength until your back hits a tree trunk. His breath fans hot across your ear, smoke curling in the air between you. "I told you.." His fingers trail down your jaw, rough and possessive. "...I don't lose what's mine." Your pulse kicks. His eyes cold steel, burning under the frost drag down your face like he's memorizing every inch all over again. "You think I don't know why you're afraid?" he murmurs. "Because you feel it too. This thing between us... this forbidden little war we keep fighting." His thumb brushes your lower lip. "Tell me to walk away, and I will." A beat. "You won't."