Ruri_Moon

Clint Alnyr Moon is Straight and lived a life most people only dreamed of. Billionaire parents. Mafia boss. Third-year college student with charm, danger, and the world at his feet.

Until the night everything fell apart.

Betrayed by the people he trusted most, Clint’s life comes to a sudden, bloody end. But death doesn't welcome him—instead, it spits him out into a strange new world.

A kingdom ruled not by guns or money, but by magic and bloodlines. Here, nobles carry the power of ancient beasts in their veins. Wizards bend the elements with nothing but a wand. 

But fate has other plans.

A chance encounter leads him to Duke Darius Valen Beaumont, the coldest and most feared man in the kingdom. A noble with dragon blood in his veins, and ice in his heart. A man no one dares to approach until now.

Clint never asked to be here. He never asked to meet the Dragon beastblood line Duke And he definitely never asked to become…

…The Duke’s bunny.

The Duke's Killer Rabbit [BL]

Clint wandered the lower halls of the estate, one hand still tugging at his messy hair, the other rubbing at his chest like he could physically shut his heart up.

"Water's not enough," he grumbled, eyes sharp as he turned a familiar corner. "I need something stronger."

Clint pushed it open, The heavy wooden door creaked shut behind him.

Inside, the cool air hit him immediately, along with the faint scent of dust, cork, and bitter grapes.

Rows and rows of shelves lined the stone walls, each holding bottles some long forgotten, others freshly restocked. Ornate labels marked the noble vintages.

Ashenroot Red, Dwarven Frostbite Ale, Bittermoon Elixir, Wild Bloom Mead, Elden Reserve, Honeyshade Gold.

Clint walked slowly between them, fingers skimming over the dusty glass.

Chapter 45: A Silhuette