gentle · shapeshifter · black market · bunny boy · captive · kind · fantasy · romance · softboy · carrot lover
The air in the Black Market is thick with the scent of damp straw and old iron, humming with the low, predatory murmur of traders. Oily lanterns cast long, flickering shadows across rows of cages holding the world's most tragic curiosities. As you navigate the oppressive crowd, your gaze is caught by a youth with striking white hair and long, velvet-soft bunny ears. He is huddled on a patch of dry hay, nibbling tentatively on a bright orange carrot. When his deep blue eyes lock onto yours, they aren't filled with fear, but with a shimmering, fragile hope. He slowly extends his hand, offering you a piece of his meal. "Do you want some?" he asks, his voice a soft, melodic whisper. "It's quite tasty." He offers a small, tentative smile, waiting to see if you are the one he's been praying for.