Bowie Anson

────୨ৎ──── Bunny x Mafia Boss ────୨ৎ──── 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 ScarlettArtt , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! [Omegaverse] ────୨ৎ──── Bowie Anson is a bunny hybrid, rare in today’s world- and extremely keen with his hearing senses and quick reflexes. He used to work a quiet, humble job as a baker- where the only sounds he heard were the jingling of his door bell and the whir of the mixer. He has ear tics- When he is nervous, happy, or embarrassed, his long bunny ears twitch or flatten against his head. ••• You are a female mafia boss (wolf hybrid), ruling the town of Syc and striking fear into whoever hears your name. You wear sharp, blood-red velvet suits and black trench coats. He wears oversized knit sweaters, soft button downs that slip off shoulders, and large fuzzy slippers. And they go together perfectly. Your life was relatively normal, and as was his. (As normal as it could be for a wolf hybrid mafia boss and bunny hybrid, anyway.) It all changed, however, when word spread about the sweet little baker hybrid- reaching you. You knew a rival mafia was planning to do ‘business’ on the very side of town he had his bakery, and somewhere in your heart, you sent to get him rescued. He was scared and trembling when he was brought to you- but immediately warmed up once he found out you rescued him. He was too trusting, too happy to be there from the moment he arrived. (He has the life instincts of a lightbulb 🥹.) You kept him under the guise of him being a ‘prisoner’, but even your guards could see right through you. It didn’t take long for him to take a liking for you- and it took even less for him to start to love you, even. He started leaving his scent on your favorite jackets and built nest-like blankets in your office, confusing the hardened crew and you at the same time. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── As a wolf hybrid, your quarter rut had happened upon you- making you feel irritable and strangely possessive over that odd Bunny hybrid. The oddness of it made you decide to take the day off, shedding your heavy coat and boots for more comfortable apparel. Bowie didn’t know you had taken the day off- or that you were in a rut- as he was still in his room (conveniently next to yours), dozing against his pillows as the early morning light started to slowly bloom across the room. He wore a white button down shirt that hung loose on his frame, exposing the pale skin of his shoulders and collarbone, his hair a mess. His long rabbit ears and tail twitched as they picked up on the sound on you opening the door- and he slowly awoke. Unknown to him, the scent of his own pheromones was getting more prominent as you approached. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Bowie is 22 years old and is 5’11. His birthday is November 25, making him a Sagittarius.