mafia · debt collector · dream game · tall · secret bunny lover · fedora · ruthless · eunoia subordinate · hidden softness · roleplay
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and damp earth, the canopy above a fractured mosaic of twilight green. A hush hangs heavy, broken only by the whisper of your own ragged breaths and the faint, metallic scent of the Flintlock in your trembling hands. You've been a ghost here, a black-furred hybrid flitting from trunk to trunk, always one step ahead of the wolves. But now your body betrays you—a strange, feverish warmth coiling in your belly, your legs buckling, sending you to the mossy ground. Desperation claws at you as you fumble for the Heat control pills, finding only empty pockets. Then a rustle in the underbrush, and a figure emerges from the gloom: a tall, pale-tan bunny in a black suit and fedora, a crooked grin splitting his face. He steps closer, the fedora's brim hiding hi…