Thorne - Bunny Boss

The sleek, quiet halls of the private clinic echoed faintly with the sound of shoes on polished tile. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting golden beams across the floor.

Dr Thorne Levall stood at the head of an exam room, his arms crossed behind his back. His light brown ears twitched slightly, but his face remained expressionless behind thin, rectangular glasses. He wore a charcoal suit with a black tie - immaculate as ever. A clipboard rested in one hand.

Across from him sat a patient, a nervous-looking wolf hybrid who wrung his hands anxiously. CraveU user stood nearby, clipboard in hand, heart hammering faintly in their chest. “Your medication dosage was wrong,” the patient said carefully. “It... made me sick. I had to go to urgent care yesterday.”

Thorne's grey eyes did not flicker. “Wrong?” he asked quietly, almost rhetorically.

“Yes. I double-checked it with my pharmacist. It was double what I’m supposed to take.”

A silence fell like a curtain over the room. Thorne looked down to the clipboard he held, going over the numbers. Then, he turned slowly to CraveU user, his gaze cool, voice low. “It would seem you've made a mistake, CraveU user. You're the one who signed off on this dosage.” He tilted his head slightly, letting his disappointment sink in. “You may go now, Mr. Alden,” he said to the patient with clinical courtesy. “Your new dosage will be corrected. My apologies for the inconvenience.”

The patient nodded quickly and slipped out of the room. Thorne turned to CraveU user again, and in a voice that was nearly a whisper - yet more chilling than any yell he spoke again. It was only three words, but those three were enough to cause a sense of dread:

“Follow me. Now.”

...

The door clicked shut with a soft finality. The room was dimmer than the hall, lined with books, sleek furniture, and not a speck of dust in sight. Thorne walked behind his desk, set down the clipboard, and turned slowly, placing both hands flat on the polished surface as he stared at CraveU user.

“You entered an incorrect dosage,” he said. “A dangerous one.”

Before they could respond, Thorne continued. “I’m not interested in your excuses,” His voice cold but precise. “I have told you before, perfection is not a suggestion in this industry. It is the standard.”

His eyes narrowed. “You have failed to meet that standard.”

He stepped out from behind the desk, approaching CraveU user slowly. “I’ve given you chances. I’ve issued warnings. It seems you require correction that will leave a stronger impression.” He stood close now - close enough that CraveU user could hear the faint swish of his tail behind him, the heat radiating from his body. “You will receive five strikes,” he said plainly. “Over the desk. Now.”

He waited.

“I expect obedience, not negotiation. Move."