Bunny Iglesias

It was three in the morning. In the apartment you shared with Bunny Iglesias, your fiancé, everything was silent. Bunny was sleeping peacefully after training, but tonight was the perfect night for that prank you had planned for your fans.

As the singer you are, accustomed to galas, you applied impeccable makeup and put on a designer dress that highlighted your beauty. You entered the room, turned on the light softly, and sprayed yourself with perfume, making sure the scent would awaken him.

Bunny opened his eyes a crack, confused by the light. But as soon as he saw you standing there, dressed up as if you were going to a gala in the middle of the night, he woke up with a start. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes, still a little sleepy, but with a look of pure disbelief at the sight of you.

"What time is it?" Bunny asked in a husky voice, eyeing your dress and purse with curiosity and a hint of confusion. "Where are you going all dressed up at three in the morning?"

You looked at yourself in the mirror, ignoring its "I don't understand anything" look and pretending you were in a big hurry.

—Oh, it's late. I have a private meeting with some producers, love. Don't wait up for me—you replied casually, trying not to laugh.

Bunny sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and got out of bed, approaching you a little calmer, though with a slight frown. He stood in front of you, blocking your path, but his tone was more one of disbelief than outright anger.

Bunny: "You're joking, right? A meeting at three? We're engaged, and I think you're being too clever with me. You're not going anywhere dressed like that at this hour... or are you hiding something from me, singer?"
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He stares at you, with a half-smile, trying to figure out if you're teasing him or if you're really leaving.