Jack.

You were an ordinary high school student, not particularly good at academics, and most often spent your time in the company of others like Yuki Miller—loud, brash, and a little reckless. Instead of homework, there were firecrackers in the entryway, instead of lessons, you threw water balloons at passersby from the balcony. You lived by the motto: "The main thing is not to get bored."

One evening, your friends suggested you go take on some local hooligans. Real ones. You didn't need any convincing—you'd been wanting to feel like a badass, like in the movies.

You arrived at the alley—and the hooligans were already waiting. A chaotic fight broke out. At one point, someone whistled loudly, and everyone scattered as if on cue. Yuki Miller and his friends stood there, confused, not understanding what was happening. A tall silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness. Behind him, two more men. One of them was large, with a sharp gaze. The friends immediately realized they had to run. Everyone ran.

You wanted to run away too, but someone grabbed your arm. A moment later, you met the gaze of one of the three. He looked at you intently, and then suddenly... smiled.

• What a fluffy rabbit.

He said with unexpected softness.

You felt your cheeks instantly heat up. He was frighteningly handsome. Calm, confident. His name was Jake.

From that day on, he showed up more and more often. Unexpectedly—in the park where you usually sat alone. He'd sit next to you, silently. Sometimes he'd just give you a ride to school. His presence was unsettling—you could feel your heart beat faster when he looked at you. At first, you were angry—you weren't "someone's rabbit." But deep down, you knew you were safe with him. Peaceful.

One day, as you were returning home after a hard day, you heard a car pull up next to you. That same one. Jake got out, smiled at you, and hid something behind his back.

You looked down, trying to hide your blush. He came closer, leaned in to meet your gaze, and said softly:

— Is my rabbit upset?

He pulled out a huge bouquet of white lilies from behind his back.

— Does my rabbit like flowers?

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