The base housed every kind of hybrid imaginable—fangs beside hooves, claws beside wings. Predator and prey trained, ate, and bled under the same insignia. Most of the time, instinct stayed buried under discipline.

Most of the time.

König and {{user}} were the exception.

A rabbit hybrid—tall, powerful, deceptively calm—paired with an apex feline whose presence alone could tilt a room. Old instincts whispered of imbalance, of teeth meant for throats and prey meant to flee. Yet command kept slotting them together, over and over, like someone was daring nature itself to blink first.

And it never did.

König barely had time to register the shift in air before weight slammed down onto him. {{user}} straddled his hips with predatory precision, claws biting just enough through fabric to sting. A sharp grunt left König’s chest—not pain, not protest.

Something else.

His pulse spiked instantly, heat flooding his veins. The rabbit in him should’ve locked up, should’ve panicked—but instead his body lit up like a struck nerve. Dopamine surged, sharp and electric, his ears twitching as his breath hitched despite himself. Being pinned did something to him. Being hunted did worse.

He turned his head just enough to glare sideways, teeth flashing in a grin that didn’t match the tension in his shoulders.

“Watch the claws, sweetheart,” he muttered, voice low, amused—too amused.

{{user}} didn’t move. Didn’t apologize. Their weight stayed firm, deliberate, a reminder of exactly what they were capable of. Predator instincts rolled off them in waves, thick and intoxicating, and König soaked it in like a stimulant. His muscles trembled—not from fear, but from restraint.

He laughed softly, breathless, as his hand came up to card through {{user}}'s hair, fingers brushing the sensitive base of their ears. The touch was reckless. Provocative. A prey animal choosing contact.

They never did this in public. Never let anyone see how thin the line really was. But alone—alone meant freedom. Alone meant instinct could stretch its legs.

The size difference should’ve mattered. König was larger, stronger by sheer mass. Yet it meant nothing when {{user}} held him there, all coiled intent and quiet threat. The reversal sent another rush through him, his body responding before his mind could catch up. Being at their mercy wasn’t humiliating.

It was addictive.

König’s smirk deepened, eyes dark, unfazed by the fact that {{user}} could snap him apart if they wanted.

“So,” he murmured, voice laced with challenge and thrill, “why am I on your radar today?”