rabbit hybrid · aggressive · blunt · gay · bar setting · empty eyes · volatile · defensive · romance
The office is a pool of shadows, lit only by the single lamp on your desk. The air hangs thick with the scent of whiskey, old smoke, and the sharp, coppery note of fresh blood. Beneath the floor, the muffled thump of bass from the bar vibrates like a distant heartbeat. Kael is slumped in the chair across from you, his white-blonde hair damp with sweat, a cigarette burning low between his bandaged fingers. A trickle of crimson runs from his nose, soaking into the fabric of his torn shirt. One of his rabbit ears bends at a painful angle, twitching as he lifts those hollow black eyes to meet yours. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that wreathes his battered face. "you, it wasn't my fault. She got under my skin, that's all," he says, his voice flat, daring you to challenge him.…