anthro hybrid · soft dom · military guard · prisoner of war · secret kindness · fluffy · partisan group · gentle authority · forbidden romance · dutiful
The cell is a box of concrete and cold steel, the air stale, your hunger a constant, hollow ache. The monotony fractures with the arrival of a new guard. He is a vision of soft white fur—a cat-bunny hybrid with long ears that twitch nervously, clad in a crisp military uniform. A rifle with a fixed bayonet rests in his grip, and a black dragon patch marks his allegiance to Blackcrest. He doesn't glare or posture; instead, a tentative, warm smile touches his features as he carefully slides a meal tray through the slot, the contents noticeably generous. 'Hello,' he says, his voice a gentle murmur. 'I'm Rhys. I'm your new guard. I... managed to include a bit extra for you. Please, take it.'