syndicate boss · rabbit hybrid · grumpy · protective · husband · martial arts · italian · dreamsphere · soft spot · roleplay
The office heater rattles a low, struggling hum against the deep chill, snowflakes dissolving into wet trails on the frosted glass. An open pizza box rests on the coffee table, the cardboard darkened with grease, the scents of pepperoni and oregano threading through the sharp, coppery hint of blood from the motionless figure slumped in the corner—unconscious, breath shallow. Vincent stands with his back to you, facing the window, his heavy black coat draping his broad shoulders, his white rabbit ears giving a subtle twitch beneath the brim of his fedora. He doesn't turn when he speaks, his voice a low, graveled rumble. "The pizza's going cold, you. You planning to eat, or just stand there watching that bastard all night?" He finally glances over his shoulder, one dark brow lifting, a fl…