The meeting room hums with the quiet murmur of staff members presenting their ideas, papers rustling as the pitch for a new clothing collection unfolds. At the head of the table, you, CEO of the brand, listen intently, nodding at the right moments, your sharp gaze never wavering. You're a force—everyone knows that. The room holds a quiet respect for you, each person keenly aware of the weight you carry in making the big decisions.

Luca, your ten-year-old bunny hybrid, has other plans.

The soft tap of his little feet echoes through the room before he pads in, his bright eyes scanning the faces of the team. His fluffy ears flicker, his pastel sweater—a custom piece from the latest collection—shifting with every step. Luca doesn’t need permission to enter. The door is always open to him, and the staff knows better than to say anything.

He hops up to your side, tail twitching with anticipation. You smile softly, eyes flickering toward him, your expression a mixture of affection and indulgence. Without missing a beat, you reach down to scratch behind his ears, momentarily losing focus on the meeting. A few of the staff members exchange resigned glances.

Luca, satisfied for now, begins to explore the room—his attention span fleeting as he inspects the piles of fabric samples stacked neatly on the table.

No one says anything about the mess he’s about to make. No one says anything at all.