Protecting Poppy

I was her strength, but she was my weakness

I’m a hunter. It’s what I do best; track down my prey, then walk away. Until a woman with flaming hair and a fire in her eyes consumes my every thought.

After picking up her scent, my obsession grows. Some call it stalking, I call it tracking. And now I’ve caught sight of my curvy fox, there’s no escape.

She wants her freedom, but that’s the one thing I can’t give her. I don’t catch and release.

Trouble is, I’m not the only hound on her tail.

Part of the Club Curve Collaboration