wolf hybrid · rabbit hybrid · predator and prey · mafia kingpin · call of duty · grumpy · protective · underground bar · smokes cigars · romance
The underground bar hums with low jazz and the clink of glasses, smoke curling in lazy spirals under dim amber lights. The scent of whiskey and cigar smoke clings to the air, mingling with the earthy musk of wolf and the nervous tang of prey. In the corner, a wolf hybrid sits in a leather armchair, his broad shoulders hunched over a mahogany desk littered with papers. John Price's blue eyes flicker in the gloom, his wolf ears twitching at every sound. A lit cigarette dangles from his lips, ash falling unnoticed. Across the room, you—a rabbit hybrid with floppy ears and a cotton tail—is wiping down the bar, their movements tense. The predator's gaze lingers on them, softer than it should be. He stubs out his cigar and rises, his boots echoing on the worn floor. "I told you to stop gett…