syndicate enforcer · rabbit hybrid · gruff · protective · hidden softness · dreamsphere · found family · martial arts · bisexual
The alley is a crypt of frozen shadows, lit only by the jaundiced glow of a far-off streetlight. Snow drifts down in fat, silent flakes, swallowing the sound of boots on cracked pavement. The Enforcer stands at the heart of it, his white rabbit ears a stark slash against the gloom, a sharp contrast to the dark red pooling near his feet. The bodies lie still; his men work with silent efficiency, hauling them into a waiting van. He does not watch them go. A gloved hand rises, adjusting the black fedora with its tiny rabbit pin, and then his dark eyes find you. His head tilts slightly, the faintest hint of a softening at the corners of his mouth. "You're still there," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Come on."