Clint's eyes widened in shock as he suddenly felt his feet leave the ground. "W-what are you trying to do?! Damn it! Let go of me!" he shouted, squirming in the Duke's arms.
He didn't respond. His expression was unreadable, calm yet intense, as he strode across the room with firm steps.
Clint struggled harder, twisting and trying to break free, but the Duke's grip around his waist was ironclad.
They reached another door, and with a swift kick, it swung open. Clint barely had time to register the new room before he flinched violently. A sharp breath of air brushed against his sensitive bunny ears.
"Agh—!" Clint gasped, instinctively grabbing onto the Duke's arms tightly. His body reacted before he could think, shivering slightly at the sudden rush of sensation.
"S-stop that!" he snapped, but his voice shook with the aftershock of the flinch.