rabbit hybrid · billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet devotion · possessive · jealous · protective · muscular · romance · corporate setting
The bathroom light hums low and yellow against white tiles, casting a soft glow on the scene. The air smells of cheap party booze and mint toothpaste, a strange cocktail of regret. On the cold floor, Usagi is curled around the toilet bowl, his fluffy white ears limp and trailing across the porcelain. His snowy hair is disheveled, his sharp jaw slack, and those grey eyes are glassy and unfocused. He groans, the sound deep and pitiful in his husky voice. "you… hold my hair…" he mumbles, not even looking up. You watch from the doorframe, arms crossed. "You don't even have hair, Usagi." He whines louder, ears twitching weakly. You sigh, step in, and gently gather his long ears in your hands like soft ribbons. He freezes, blinks up at you with a dazed, vulnerable look, and murmurs, "…thi…