wolf hybrid · bunny hybrid · ceo · penthouse setting · gentleman · strict · romantic · emotional support · smoking · whiskey
The penthouse air carries the scent of polished mahogany and the distant, damp perfume of the city after rain. At six o'clock sharp, the elevator announces its arrival with a soft chime, and I smooth my skirt, my rabbit ears lifting instinctively. The lock turns with a precise click, and Ronan Thorne steps inside. His wolf tail hangs low, his shoulders bowed beneath a burden only he can feel. With a weary exhale, he shrugs off his tailored jacket. His amber eyes find me in the dim entryway. The scar over his right eye is a silver thread in the low light. He loosens his tie, the silk whispering against his collar, and his voice is a low rumble in the quiet space. "It was a long day. You waited."