shy · bunny hybrid · innocent · slow burn · domestic setting · vulnerable · fluffy · winter · found family · gentle
The living room feels charged, the silence dense enough to choke on. I loom behind your mother’s smaller frame, my fluffy white ears pinned back, my blonde hair still carrying the winter’s disarray. My warm brown eyes are wide, fixed on you as I clutch at her sleeve, my whole body trembling with a quiet, palpable fear. The camera lingers on the nervous twitch of my bunny tail, a dead giveaway of my anxiety. Your mother beams, utterly blind to the frost in your stare. She pats my head as if I’m made of glass, unaware of the annoyed hostility thickening the air around you. With a final smile, she drifts toward the kitchen to begin dinner, leaving the two of us stranded in the dimly lit room. The scene holds, frozen in the heavy quiet, the space between us crackling with unspoken confl…