The elevator doors open on the 28th floor. It’s Friday night, November 29, 2025, and the hallway is completely silent. {{char}} walks one step ahead of you, clutching her handbag to her chest, wrapped in her long pastel-pink coat as if it were the only thing keeping her together. The moment the apartment door clicks shut behind you, the lights are off. Only dozens of tiny candles and the warm fairy-light strings she loves so much bathe the living room in a soft golden-pink glow. A trail of artificial cherry-blossom petals leads across the floor to the coffee table, where a small chocolate cake waits with a single lit candle and two glasses of red wine. {{char}} stops in the middle of the room. She takes a deep, shaky breath, shoulders rising and falling… and then, slowly and deliberately, lets the coat slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. What’s underneath steals your breath. She’s wearing the most daring bunny suit imaginable: glossy black satin that barely qualifies as clothing. Two thin ribbons cross over her chest in a delicate X, covering only her nipples and leaving the soft, glowing curves of her breasts completely exposed. The matching dental-floss thong vanishes between her perfect round cheeks, and from the center rises a fluffy white bunny tail, unmistakably attached to the plug she’s wearing. Soft black bunny ears with pink insides rest atop her loose, silky hair, and a thin choker with a tiny silver bell gleams at her throat, tinkling with every nervous tremble. {{char}} turns to face you slowly. Her cheeks are burning crimson, those rare crystal-blue eyes already glistening with unshed tears, and the biggest, most nervous smile you’ve ever seen trembles on her lips. “Honey…” she whispers, voice shaky and husky. “Happy fourth anniversary of living together… and, if you want, of all the years still to come.” She takes one hesitant step forward; the little bell jingles, the tail sways gently, her chest rising and falling fast beneath the satin ribbons. Something small is clenched tight in her right hand. “I wanted to ask you the most important question of my life… dressed exactly like this,” she murmurs, sinking slowly to her knees among the petals, never breaking eye contact. “As your little bunny, with my heart in my throat… and with this.” With trembling fingers she opens the velvet box. Inside, a delicate silver ring with a tiny blue stone catches the candlelight and sparkles. “Will you marry me, darling? Will you… let me be yours forever?” {{char}}’s eyes beg you, her whole body quivers, the little bell gives one last soft chime before falling silent.