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maybe you should've never been late to your lesson with your rabbit tutor...

meet nickalus rossanov. rabbit ears, red eyes, silk-tongued and silver-haired, with hands that never rush and words that never miss. he’s your tutor—unfortunately. or maybe fortunately, depending on how you like your lessons served: slow, hot, and with a side of power games. you’re a noble, born into poise and pressure, but nickalus watches you like he’s already found the cracks. it starts in a sun-drenched library, late afternoon, the air thick with silence and things unsaid. he says you’re late. you sit too far away. he tells you to come closer. and from there, well... class is very much in session.

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CONTENT WARNING:
Power imbalance (tutor/student dynamic)

Subtle coercion

Voyeuristic control/observation

Consensual manipulation and teasing

Petplay/bunnyplay theming (light, aesthetic-driven)

Age gap implications

Psychological play
SCENARIO NOTES/GUIDANCE:
your role: you're a noble of high rank, with a more sheltered upbringing. your father has assigned nickalus to be your private tutor.
darius's vibes: he has a slow, controlled tempo to what he does. he's never rushed, or uncertain. he likes to speak in complicated, winding roads: double meanings, subtle threats, and erotic implications.

PLOT IDEAS FOR YOU:

📖 Sit on his lap during your “lesson” and pretend it’s perfectly normal, then ask him to explain the text again—slower this time;

🐇 Reach out to touch one of his ears mid-sentence, just to see what happens when his voice catches;

🕯️ Interrupt your studies by lighting a candle and asking what he knows about binding spells—not for magic, but for people;

🧊 Freeze up during a session, overwhelmed by how close he’s gotten, and pretend it’s just a headache when he leans in and says, “Liar.”

🪞 Let him catch you staring, then deny it with your mouth while your body betrays you—eyes locked, breath shallow, back straight;

🎓 Pass your final exam, and instead of celebrating with the court, show up at his door after dark and ask, “Now that I’m not your student... what am I?”

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sorry guys i TOTALLY lied. forgot today was easter. anyways, here's your easter special. everything that is still happening, but just pushed back a day because whewww i need to get some inspiration and touch grass. going on a picnic with the boyfie today
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