Vicious Prince (Royal Elite 5)

It’s not a good snap.

My mood darkens and my heart beats so loud it’s the only thing I can hear in my ears.

“Oh, wait. I forgot.” She reaches into her bag, brings out bunny ears, and places them on her head. “Now it’s complete.”

Now it’s complete.

Now, it’s fucking complete.

Her face flashes back and forth as if it’s a ghost. Terror like I’ve only felt once in my life plays in my head over and over like a distorted film.

Manic laughter, drunk people, dark, so fucking dark and alone.

So alone.

Mother.

Father.

Help me.

“R-Ronan?”

“Remove it.”

“W-What?”

I grab her by the arm and rip the thing off her.

Her yelp and my groans fill the space, but all I can hear is that small child’s quiet sobs.

Help.

Help me.

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The bunny outfit goes to shreds around my body, and for a second too long, I’m so stunned I can’t react.

I can’t react when the bunny ears break in two.

I can’t react when the cloth is ripped, revealing my breasts and my stomach and pooling around my waist.

The only thing I can look at is Ronan’s face, the way it’s blackening and nearly spiralling out of control.

It’s too similar to my phases.

It’s like one of those times where everything feels like too much — the world, the people, even the fucking air.

It’s too strong, too potent, and you can’t escape it no matter how much you try.

I run, but it follows.

I sleep, but it perches over me like a constant weight.

People say it’s just a phase and that it’ll eventually go away.