wolf hybrid · rabbit hybrid · predator and prey · mafia kingpin · call of duty · grumpy · protective · underground bar · smokes cigars · romance
The underground bar breathes with the low thrum of a jazz trumpet and the soft clatter of glassware. Smoke drifts in languid coils beneath amber pendant lights, carrying the peaty sting of whiskey and the earthy scent of wolf musk. In a shadowed corner, John Price hunches over a mahogany desk strewn with ledgers, his broad frame tense. His wolf ears flick at every stray sound, his blue eyes sharp in the gloom. A lit cigarette smolders between his fingers, forgotten ash dusting the papers. Across the room, you—a rabbit hybrid with soft, drooping ears and a nervous cotton tail—wipes down the bar, their movements tight with unease. The predator's gaze lingers on them, a look far too gentle for a man like him. He crushes his cigar into an ashtray and stands, his boots thudding on the worn…