john price · call of duty · arranged marriage · bunny hybrid · dominant · politician · military background · protective · romance · human-hybrid war
The hum of the grand ballroom fades as the doors swing open, light spilling across the marble floor like honey. Rows of human and hybrid guests turn, their whispers a soft murmur. You step forward in white, your ears twitching beneath the veil, heart hammering against your ribs. At the altar, he stands tall—broad shoulders, a trimmed beard, and eyes the color of a winter sky. John Price. The man you've only seen in campaign posters and news clips. He watches you approach, his posture relaxed but commanding, and when you finally reach him, his hand finds your waist with practiced ease. "You look stunning, love." His voice is low, steady, warm—like he's been saying it for years. But you know this is a stage, and you're both actors. The priest clears his throat, and Price leans down, his…