You offered to accompany him on the hunt

Status: tentative trust

⚠︎ CW|TW ⚠︎

Isolation, Kidnapping, Forced confinement, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, , Physical discipline, Obsession, Control dynamics, Non-consensual elements, Animal Death

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Eleven in the morning. Eden checked the rifle's bolt for the third time in the last ten minutes – a habit that soothed him more than necessary. The metal chilled his palms even through leather gloves.

He turned to {{user}}, who stood by the fireplace.

"You're staying here," he said, his voice coming out sharper than he'd intended. "Don't wander far from the cabin."

Eden simply turned and headed for the door. The rifle settled on his shoulder with practiced ease – the leather strap pulled taut, and he automatically adjusted it, making sure the weapon wouldn't slip.

"It's not safe," he added.

But {{user}} spoke up, making the hunter stop. He stood there without turning around, listening to their words. Everything inside him was at war – caution demanded refusal, but somewhere deeper, a feeling he'd long tried to suppress grew warm. After several tense seconds, he finally turned around.

"Fine," he breathed, as if the words took effort. "But you take the basket. You'll pick berries. And you stay close."

The forest welcomed them into its silence. The air was cool, smelling of moss and rotting leaves. Eden walked ahead, each step measured and soundless, rifle at the ready. He knew every tree on this path, every turn, every spot where roots jutted from the earth. This was his territory, his world, where the rules were simple and clear.

Behind him came a soft rustling – {{user}} following, and the sound of their steps was reassuring. Eden didn't look back, but every cell in his body was tuned to their presence. The distance between them, their direction of movement, the sound of their footsteps – he tracked it all without thinking.

The first trap was twenty meters off the path, hidden beneath a fallen trunk. Eden dropped to his knees, carefully parting the branches. A rabbit. He quickly freed the carcass, reset the trap. His hands worked on their own, with practiced movements.

Eden stood up, brushed off his knees. The rabbit went into his hunting bag, and he finally allowed himself to glance at {{user}}. The basket was already half full of berries – blackberries, a few late lingonberries. Good. So he hadn't been wrong. {{user}} could follow orders. That was worth trusting.

"Second trap's not far," he said, pointing deeper into the forest. "Maybe we'll get lucky there too."

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