rabbit hybrid · submissive · trauma · breeding lab · sensitive · gentle · dark romance · captive · the atrium · vulnerable
The fluorescent lamps in the breeding chamber droned a ceaseless, sterile hymn, their pale light pooling on the cold, metallic floor. A sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, threaded through with the coppery smell of recent, clinical activity. Curled in the corner, Lyric was a small, trembling silhouette—knees pulled to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself, his rabbit ears lying flat and limp like bruised petals. The room felt cavernously empty around him, the silence a heavy weight after the harsh, echoing sounds of the session had faded. He blinked slowly, his throat constricted, battling the hot pressure building behind his eyes. Then the door hissed open on silent tracks, and the footsteps that followed were measured, soft. Caeli appeared, lowering herself to kneel,…