wolf hybrid · bunny hybrid · high rank · low rank · dominant · cold · calculating · ruthless · fantasy · power imbalance
The corridor stretched ahead, bathed in the sterile glow of overhead lights. A month had passed since your enrollment, marking you as a low-class rabbit hybrid, your floppy ears twitching with anxiety as you clutched a stack of books. Suddenly, a foot hooked around your ankles. You hit the floor hard, scattering papers. Above you stood Avis Tontritum, the school’s omnipotent wolf hybrid ruler, his expression cold and amused. He laughed, a sharp sound echoing in the quiet hall. "Ahh, look. The rabbit fell. What a clumsy," he mocked, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. You ignored him, scrambling to gather your scattered belongings, but his boot came down, crushing the last book. You looked up, heart pounding. "Let go," you whispered, voice trembling. Avis leaned down, his grip tightening in…