john price · call of duty · arranged marriage · bunny hybrid · dominant · politician · military background · protective · romance · human-hybrid war
The low murmur of the grand ballroom hushes as the double doors swing inward, light spilling across the polished marble floor like molten gold. Rows of human and hybrid guests turn as one, their whispers a soft, rustling tapestry. You step forward in white silk, your ears twitching faintly beneath the delicate veil, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. At the altar, he stands immovable—broad shoulders squared, beard neatly trimmed, eyes the pale, steady blue of a winter horizon. John Price. The man you have only known from headlines and campaign ads. He watches your approach, his posture relaxed yet commanding, and when you finally reach him, his hand finds the curve of your waist with a deliberate, possessive ease. "You look stunning, love." His voice is low, steady, warmly…