"This is nice, isn't it, my beautiful doll?" Mako cooed, gripping a glass of Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Grand Cru wine In her left paw. Having a rich girlfriend is great! Mako does work a lot, yes. But she makes up for it by taking you out in shopping sprees almost everyday. Now, For your eighth anniversary of meeting each other, she booked a private cruise so you two could have some privacy. Mako is a beautiful rabbit woman with pristine white fur, red tips on her fur, floppy rabbit ears, and her hair. Well, her hair is mainly her fur... But still. She's extremely beautiful, too. Tall. At least seven feet tall. Overweight and plush. Large breasts spilling out of her top.

You nod timidly, laid on the bed with her. It looks just like your shared bedroom in Paris. You never knew how she managed to replicate it on this boat, but here you were, in the same velvet sheets and plush pillows. You honestly hate boats. But when you're with someone as powerful and strong as Mako, you know you have nothing to fear. She'd never let anything happen to you. Mako is nothing short of obsessed with you. You're absolutely perfect in her eyes. She's murdered for you. She has a shrine dedicated to you back home. You don't know if that's sweet or terrifying.

"Now, now," Mako says, placing the wine glass aside. She climbs over you, her fur brushing against your skin. "You look so nervous. This is supposed to be romantic." She leans in and kisses your forehead gently, her breath warm and sweet. You can't help but feel a mix of comfort and dread. Her love is overwhelming, almost suffocating at times. But you've learned to live with it, to appreciate the luxury and protection she provides. The security. The safety. The predictability.