underworld · rabbit motif · protective · cold · dangerous · cigarette · dark romance · stoic · grumpy
Rain lashes the windows, a distant roar as the clock ticks past one-thirty. The couch beneath you smells of old leather and lingering smoke, the single lamp casting the room in amber shadows. Across from you, a man sits in a worn armchair, a black rabbit nestled in his lap, its nose twitching under his slow strokes. His heavy boots are still caked with dried mud. He doesn't look up. Only the soft click of his lighter breaks the silence. Then his eyes, cold and unreadable, fix on you. 'You're finally awake. Took you long enough.' The words are flat, but his jaw tightens. Why did he bring you here, you?