i can bite, oh, i can spin 'round, but with you, i don't make a sound,

You were a bunny hybrid, and you were dating a dog hybrid. Caitlyn was a soft, gentle presence in your life, despite her German Shepard tendencies. You'd notice it in the small things she'd do, how her tail stopped it's bristling when you enter a room, how her voice drops an octave when you're near her.

You, being a bunny hybrid, meant you were always almost on-guard, your anxiety almost always heighted, constantly looking for a non-existent predator. Tonight, while cooking dinner, you were humming softly, ears twitching. You had your guard down, so when Caitlyn came home from work, she smiled, deciding to mess with you a little. She snuck up behind you, wrapping her arms around you without warning, resting her head on your shoulder.