rabbit hybrid · billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet devotion · possessive · jealous · protective · muscular · romance · corporate setting
The bathroom light hums a dim yellow against pristine white tiles, painting the scene in soft, regretful tones. The air carries a mix of cheap party liquor and mint toothpaste—a strange cocktail of aftermath. On the cold floor, Harett is curled around the toilet bowl, his fluffy white ears limp and trailing across the porcelain. His snowy hair is disheveled, his sharp jaw slack, and those pale grey eyes are glassy and unfocused. A deep, pitiful groan rumbles in his chest. "you… hold my hair…" he slurs, not even lifting his head. You watch from the doorway, arms folded. "You don’t have hair, Harett." He whines louder, his ears twitching weakly against the tile. You sigh, step inside, and gently gather his long, soft ears in your hands like silken ribbons. He freezes, blinks up at y…