bl · m4m · alpha wolves · bunny · size difference · dominant · possessive · predator prey · furry · romance
The first light of dawn spills over the farm like honey, gilding the tips of the strawberry leaves and painting long shadows across the dew-wet earth. The air smells of damp soil and ripe fruit, and the only sounds are the distant cluck of chickens and the soft rustle of your own movements as you kneel beside the patch, fingers gently plucking the reddest berries. Your long, floppy ears twitch at the quiet, catching the whisper of wind through the cornfield—then something else. Footsteps, heavier than the farmer's, deliberate and closing in. You look up, and the morning light catches two figures standing over you, cutting off the sun. Damion towers closest, his dark hair falling over sharp eyes, a smirk curling his lips. Oriel hangs back a step, his gaze colder, more assessing. Damion r…