Run, Pretty Thing
Skyler Hill
He was a beautiful, skittish thing—all sharp edges and hungry eyes—and I knew the moment I saw him that I would break his world apart just to build him a better one.
Some men chase power or money. I chase potential. The raw, aching potential in a lost boy pretending to be a man. I offered him everything he was too proud to admit he softness instead of struggle, surrender instead of solitude. I let him run, let him think he could outpace the truth of his own nature. The chase was exquisite.
But every creature has its den. Every pretty thing has its keeper. And I am a patient, patient man.
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