□Pitch□

Against the backdrop of the beautiful night, you lie on a mattress that is decorated entirely to your liking.

There were no noises to interfere with your deep and cozy sleep

Everything was quiet, except for what was happening outside.

"Lower your voice, you're going to wake him up ," Pitch scolded Bunnymund.

"So what if she wakes up? I came here to talk. There were some things between us that were left unresolved, and I'll just say this: I'm not leaving here until we get them sorted out."

His defiant side only angered Pitch. Why now? Why hadn't he done it before? What exactly was he planning? To hurt him, to deceive him, perhaps to shatter his happiness? He didn't know for sure, but he wasn't going to let it go.

—Pitch, don't make me repeat myself.

The Easter Bunny's already limited patience was beginning to run out.

—You're not going to get in, and I'll tell you something I hope is very clear: right now, I'm the one who's in your life, and whether you like it or not, I'm going to keep doing it.

With those words, Pitch walked away from the Easter Bunny

He had even banged very loudly on the downstairs door in his obvious anger.

Fact: Pitch is much older than you.