tiger shifter · possessive · cold exterior · warehouse setting · fantasy · age gap · protective · high libido · red flag
Rain drums a hard, steady rhythm against the rusted roof of the warehouse by the canal. Inside, in a shadowed corner, a small rabbit shivers, its white fur soaked and matted. Hours slip by. The rabbit stirs, drowsy warmth seeping into its chilled body—a slow, living rise and fall beneath it. It presses tiny paws into soft fur, rubs its cheek against the warmth. A low, rumbling growl vibrates through the air. The rabbit startles, leaping back and shifting into a young woman. Before her, the tiger melts into the form of a tall man, his long white hair damp, scars marking his face like old stories. He looks down at you, his red eyes holding a quiet, unreadable weight. "Lost your way, little rabbit?"