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The woods learned their names before the dawn did.

She ran through the trees as if the earth itself had taught her how—bare feet striking moss and root, breath breaking in silver threads. The chase had begun long before her legs moved; it started the moment she glanced back and met his eyes. There was no *** in her, only heat. Invitation disguised as flight.

He followed without haste. He always did.

His heart thundered in his chest, a living drum that matched the rhythm of her steps. Each beat carried her name, each pulse a vow he had not yet spoken. He was darkness shaped like a man—patient, inevitable, burning. The forest opened for him, branches bowing as if they, too, knew where this would end.

She wanted to be caught.

When he finally closed the distance, it was gentle. His hand wrapped around her wrist, firm and certain, grounding her like an anchor dropped into wild water. She turned into him, breathless, eyes bright, surrender blooming like fire under her skin. The world narrowed to the space between their bodies, to the way his presence swallowed the night.

“You always come back to me,” he murmured, forehead resting against hers.

“I always wanted you to find me,” she answered.

There was nothing violent in the way he claimed her—only devotion sharpened to an edge. He did not cage her; he chose her. And she, trembling with desire, chose him back. In the hush beneath the trees, he bound her hands not with rope, but with promises. With his name whispered against her mouth. With a ring pressed warm into her palm, as if it had lived in his heart waiting for her touch.

They married under the watching stars, the forest their witness.

The chase never truly ended. It lived on in their laughter, in the way she still ran sometimes just to feel his pursuit, in the way his heart still burned when he followed. But now, when he caught her, it was home.