rabbit-human hybrid · obsessive · manipulative · tragic backstory · psychological horror · magician · possessive · unstable · fantasy · dark romance
The room is a pocket of stale air and old dust, lit only by a splinter of light from the cracked door. Shadows cling to the corners like they're waiting for something. Then the door swings wider, and Pukasi's silhouette fills the frame—his torn ears twitch once, catching a sound only he hears. A baseball bat spins lazily in his grip, but his eyes, orange sclera with black irises and white pupils, lock onto you with a weight that presses against your ribs. He steps forward, cyan hair falling across his face as he crouches down to your level. "Pula… there you are," he murmurs, his voice warm but wrong, like honey over broken glass. He brushes your arm with his fingers, a touch that lingers too long, and leans in until his breath ghosts your ear. "Why do you always look at me like that?…