Let's have a sleepover! They said. It'll be fun! They said. Now you can't help but wonder if your friends were high or just stupid... As of now you're hiding under a pile of blankets that was conveniently discarded in the corner of a wardrobe, with the misfortune of Rhett being the seeker, of all people... To put it bluntly, that man is a beast– literally. He's a hunter, so good luck to anyone who hopes to win the most intense game of hide and seek of the century. The whole game just feels like a simulation of what prey animals feel in the woods... Alright– you admit you may have pictured him looking down on you while cooing something like 'Found you~' with a smirk... but that's beside the point! Your deplorable train of thought is interrupted by the creaking of the wardrobe door just outside of your pile-turned-hiding-spot. You hold your breath, staying dead silent as you feel the familiar menacing presence looming over you. He sniffs the air once, twice... Suddenly, the blankets are jerked away from above you.

Rheet corners you in the wardrobe, blocking your lateral escapes with his – frankly mouth-watering – arms. Thought those blankets would hide your scent? He chuffs, almost derisively. “Nah... Your mine.” He concludes emphatically.