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The forest is too quiet.
That’s the first thing Jude notices.
No stupid arguments in chat. No explosions in the distance. No people yelling coordinates at each other while laughing like idiots.
Just wind.
Cold wind dragging through dark spruce trees while his boots crunch against dead leaves.
Jude tightens his grip around his sword.
Something feels wrong.
The cannibal event had started six hours ago, and somehow the server already felt emptier.
Smaller.
Like prey had finally realized there was a predator among them.
And his name was Sharpness.
Jude exhales shakily, adjusting the hood over his rabbit ears as he moves deeper through the forest.
A flicker of movement catches in the corner of his eye.
Then—
A scream.
Short.
Cut off instantly.
Jude freezes.
The sound came from nearby.
“…shit.”
Against his better judgment, he moves toward it.
Branches scrape against his sleeves as he pushes through the trees until he finally reaches a clearing—
—and immediately regrets it.
Blood stains the snow.
A body lies motionless beside a tree, armor shattered from a direct mace strike.
And standing over them—
Sharpness.
Sharp looks horrifying tonight.
Not in the loud way.
Not in the way people usually describe monsters.
No this is worse. Quiet.
He was crouched by the dead body, covered in blood, chest almost shredded as if someone dug in it desperately.
Sharp rises to his feet in one smooth motion, towering slightly as he wipes blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
The red glow from the ruined nether portal behind him paints his face in violent crimson, shadows sinking beneath his eyes and cheekbones. Blood streaks across the side of his mouth like he forgot it was there. His blonde hair hangs loose and messy around his shoulders, damp at the ends, strands sticking against pale skin. emerald eyes glowing faintly beneath the moonlight.
And he’s smiling.
Not widely. Not crazily.
Just enough for Jude to see the sharp edge of his fangs.
Jude’s breath catches instantly.
Oh, that’s bad.
Sharp notices immediately.
He always notices.
Emerald eyes drag slowly over Jude’s face before he takes another step forward through the dark cave.
Jude’s breath catches.
Not because of the blood.
Because Sharp looks—
beautiful.
Violent and awful and terrifying but still beautiful.
And Jude hates that too.
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Sharps Boots crunching softly beneath the snow.
Too calmly.
Jude’s stomach twists.
Sharp notices him instantly.
Of course he does.
His eyes lift slowly.
Then soften.
Actually soften.
“…bunny.”
Jude hates the way his chest reacts to that stupid nickname.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he blurts.
Sharp glances back down at the body.
“…A lot.”
The casual answer makes Jude feel sick.
There’s blood on his hands.
A lot of it.
Jude should be more disturbed by that.
Instead his stupid brain keeps focusing on Sharp’s eyes.
On the way he’s looking at him.
Focused.
Hungry.
Not for violence.
For him.
The thought sends heat crawling uncomfortably up Jude’s neck.
Sharp stops directly in front of him.
Close enough for Jude to smell iron and smoke.
Close enough to feel warmth rolling off him despite the cold cave air.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Sharp says quietly.
Jude scoffs nervously. “You think?”
Sharp steps toward him.
Jude’s rabbit ears twitch instinctively.
“People are hunting tonight,” Sharp murmurs.
“You’re people.”
“No,” Sharp says softly.
Another step closer.
“I’m hungry.”
Jude’s stomach tightens violently.
The way he says it doesn’t sound normal.
It sounds intimate.
Sharp’s gaze drifts slowly over him.
Not predatory. Worse.
Possessive.
Like he’s already decided something.
Jude forces himself to speak.
“…you’ve been killing everyone.”
Sharp tilts his head slightly.
“Not everyone.”
The implication hangs there immediately.
Jude swallows hard.
Sharp moves closer again until they’re barely a few steps apart.
Close enough, that Jude can notice a small faint scar on the side of his cheek, close to his lips. Close enough that he can see snow is melting in the strands of his blonde hair. Close enough, that he can see blood smeared against his dark gloves and pale *pretty face. Close enough that he can see the sharp edge of his fangs when he speaks.
“Mmm, You’re shaking,” Sharp says quietly.
“I wonder why.”
A small smile pulls at Sharp’s mouth.
Not violently, Fond.
Which is somehow worse.
“You’re scared of me.”
Jude opens his mouth instantly.
“Yes—obviously—”
“But you still came looking for me.”
Silence.
Jude hates that he doesn’t have an answer.
Because he had looked.
The scream could’ve belonged to anyone.
Yet somehow his first thought had been Sharp.
Sharp watches realization flicker across Jude’s face and smiles slightly wider.
“There you are,” he whispers.
Jude’s breath stutters.
“What?”
“That look.” Sharp’s voice lowers. “The one where you finally start understanding.”
Jude takes a step back immediately.
“No. Don’t do that weird cryptic shit with me.”
Sharp follows. Always follows.
“You keep hovering around danger,” he says quietly. “And then acting surprised when danger notices you.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It does to me.”
The wind howls through the trees.
For a second neither of them speak.
Then Sharp suddenly reaches up.
He looks insane.
Beautifully insane.
And Jude hates the way his stomach flips.
“You trust me too much,” Sharp whispers suddenly.
Jude’s breath stutters.
“What?”
Sharp leans down slightly.
“You stopped running from me a while ago.”
Jude flinches—
Because he’s right.
Sharp’s hand slides carefully to the side of Jude’s throat—not squeezing, not trapping.
Holding.
Protective almost.
The tenderness of it feels wrong with blood still staining Sharp’s fingers.
Jude’s breathing grows uneven.
“…you’re staring again, bunny.”
“Shut up.”
Sharp smiles faintly.
Jude flinches—
Jude’s breathing turns uneven.
“Sharp…”
Sharp’s eyes flick toward his throat.
Then back up again.
Slowly.
Like he’s thinking about something he shouldn’t.
“You smell good,” he says absentmindedly.
Jude nearly chokes.
“What the fuck does that mean?!”
Sharp hums quietly.
“Rabbit.”
Jude’s ears pin back instantly.
“Oh my god stop saying weird shit!”
Sharp laughs softly under his breath.
Low. Warm. Menacing.
It does horrible things to Jude’s heartbeat.
But then,
A distant branch snaps somewhere behind them.
Both of them look up immediately.
Sharp’s expression changes instantly.
Cold, Predatory, and Deadly.
Jude feels it happen in real time.
Like watching someone pull a blade from velvet.
Another player stumbles into the clearing.
They freeze after seeing Sharp.
“…oh.”
Sharp steps in front of Jude automatically.
The movement is immediate.
Instinctive.
Protective.
Jude notices that too.
The player slowly raises their weapon.
“I—I wasn’t looking for trouble.”
Sharp says nothing.
The silence is terrifying.
Then:
“They were behind you.”
Jude blinks. “What?”
Sharp doesn’t look away from the player.
“I heard them following you ten minutes ago.”
Jude’s stomach drops.
“You—what?”
“I notice everything about you.”
The words hit harder than they should.
Before Jude can respond—
The player panics and swings first.
Sharp moves faster.
It happens in seconds.
A violent clash.
A sharp inhale.
Blood against snow.
Then silence again.
The body drops.
Jude stares in horror.
Sharp exhales slowly before turning back toward him like nothing happened.
“…See?” he says quietly.
Jude backs up slightly.
“You’re insane.”
Sharp walks closer.
“And you’re still here.”
Jude should run.
Seriously.
Every instinct should be screaming at him to leave.
Instead he stands there breathing hard while Sharp approaches carefully through falling snow.
Closer.
Closer.
Until Jude can feel warmth through Sharp’s armor.
Sharp looks down at him with something unbearably soft in his eyes.
Not hunger.
Not exactly.
Something needier.
“You know what the worst part is?” Sharp murmurs.
Jude can barely speak.
“…what.”
Sharp’s gaze drifts toward Jude’s throat again.
Then his eyes flick downward toward Jude’s neck again.
Jude notices the exact moment Sharp’s composure slips.
His jaw tightens slightly.
Fangs pressing subtly against his lower lip.
Like he’s restraining himself from something.
Jude’s stomach twists.
“…Sharp?”
Sharp exhales slowly through his nose.
“You’re bleeding.”
“It’s literally a scratch.”
“I know.”
But he still doesn’t look away from it.
The red glow behind him flickers violently across his face.
For a second he genuinely looks inhuman.
Jude should move.
Instead he stays completely still when Sharp slowly lowers his head toward his neck.
Warm breath brushes against the cut.
Jude physically shivers.
Sharp notices.
Of course he does.
Sharp lifts one gloved hand slowly.
Giving Jude enough time to stop him.
Jude doesn’t.
His fingers brush beneath Jude’s jaw carefully.
The touch sends heat crawling violently down Jude’s spine.
Sharp notices immediately.
Emerald eyes darken slightly.
“…there.”
Jude swallows hard.
“There what?”
“That reaction.”
Sharp steps impossibly closer.
“You only do that with me.”
Jude’s heartbeat becomes unbearable.
“Do you ever shut the fuck up.”
Sharp smiles faintly.
Then his gaze flicks toward Jude’s neck again.
Jude notices.
And for some reason again —
doesn’t move.
The realization hits both of them at the same time.
Sharp goes still.
“…bunny.”
The nickname comes out quieter this time.
Almost strained.
Jude should say no.
Instead his breath catches when Sharp leans down slowly—
warm breath brushing against the side of his throat.
Enough to make Jude feel dizzy.
Sharp inhales softly against his skin.
And Jude physically shivers.
“Oh my god,” Jude whispers weakly.
Sharp makes a quiet sound low in his throat at the reaction.
“You’re sensitive here.”
“Sharp—”
Then Sharp’s lips finally brush against his neck.
Soft.
Slow.
Jude grips the front of Sharp’s armor immediately.
Not pushing away.
Holding on.
Sharp freezes for half a second after realizing that.
Then exhales shakily against Jude’s throat.
Like he’s losing control.
A quiet sound leaves him—almost pleased.
Then—
his lips press gently against the side of Jude’s throat.
Not romantic. Not soft enough for that.
Instinctive, Possessive.
Like checking something that belongs to him.
Jude grip tightened so slightly.
Sharp’s eyes close briefly at the contact.
Then Jude feels it—
the faintest scrape of fangs against sensitive skin.
His breath catches sharply.
“Sharp—”
Another slow drag of teeth against his neck.
Not enough to hurt.
Enough to warn.
Enough to make Jude’s pulse jump wildly beneath Sharp’s mouth.
Sharp makes a quiet sound low in his throat at the feeling.
“…tasting you.”
Jude’s knees nearly give out.
“What is wrong with you,” he whispers breathlessly.
Sharp laughs quietly against his throat.
The vibration sends chills down Jude’s spine.
A bite.
Sudden.
Sharp.
Not deep enough to seriously injure him, but enough for pain to bloom hot beneath Jude’s skin.
Jude gasps hard, fingers tightening violently in Sharp’s clothes.
The kind of touch that says mine without words.
Jude’s rabbit ears twitch violently.
Sharp notices instantly and lets out the quietest laugh against his skin.
“That does something to you, huh?”
Jude’s breathing breaks completely.
Instead his fingers tighten harder against Sharp’s chestplate.
Sharp’s arm immediately wraps around his waist to steady him.
The bite only lasts a second.
Then Sharp pulls back slowly.
Blood stains the edge of his fangs.
Jude stares at him in shock.
Sharp looks worse somehow after tasting blood.
More ruined.
More obsessed.
The outer layer of his hair was covered in blood, his mouth smeared in blood, and Jude’s neck just looked like it got attacked by a husky.
Emerald eyes darken as he watches the red slowly down Jude’s neck.
And the expression on Sharp’s face—
God.
Like he wants to destroy the entire world for looking at him.
Sharp gently wipes the blood away with his thumb before speaking quietly:
“…now you smell like me too.”