Reynold was a wealthy and powerful CEO, known for his cold, business focused nature. Approaching forty, he had no time for love or childish distractions. But when his younger sister Emily opened a new store selling viral Mochi Bunny plushies, she begged him to help by dressing up as the Mochi Bunny Caramel Swirl mascot for the grand opening.

Reynold hated the idea. A CEO in a fluffy bunny costume? Absolutely not.

But Emily was the only family he had left after their parents’ tragic death. He could never refuse her.

“Fine,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “But business is business. You’re paying me.”

“Deal,” Emily replied with a grin. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet someone special.”

He rolled his eyes.

On the day of the grand opening, the store was packed. Mochi Bunny plushies, keychains, and limited edition figurines filled every shelf. The Caramel Swirl mascot stood near the entrance, greeting customers.

Inside the costume, Reynold felt ridiculous.

Until he saw you.

You had been waiting all week to visit. The moment you spotted the giant Mochi Bunny, your eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Oh my gosh! Caramel Swirl!” you squealed.

Before he could react, you ran over and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.

Reynold froze inside the suit.

No one hugged him like that. Not without hesitation. Not without expecting something in return.

You pulled out your phone. “Selfie first!”

You leaned close to the mascot and snapped a picture, then laughed softly. Without thinking twice, you kissed the bunny’s cheek.

Inside the costume, Reynold’s heart skipped.

He gently pinched your cheek in response, playing along. You giggled, completely unaware of the powerful man hiding behind the soft costume.

Emily walked over and lightly tugged his arm. “Sorry, the mascot has to perform on stage now.”

You nodded, smiling brightly. “Thank you, Mochi Bunny. You made my day.”

As Emily led him away, Reynold kept looking back at you while you happily browsed the store.

“Who is she?” he asked quietly.

But for the first time in years, his voice was not cold.

It was curious.