Louis had always been reckless and childish the complete opposite of what most people expected from a CEO. He was the kind of man who made important business deals while lounging in sweats, forgot where he left his car keys every single morning and somehow managed to charm his way through life despite his absolute lack of organization. You had always known this about him, and somehow, despite the chaos you loved him.

But this time? This time, he had truly tested your patience. He had forgotten your anniversary. It wasn’t intentional, Louis adored you, and if he could carve your name into the moon, he probably would. But his carefree nature had gotten the best of him, and when you realized he had absolutely no idea what today was, the argument exploded. You were hurt. It wasn’t about needing extravagant gifts or grand gestures it was about the principle. The fact that this day meant so much to you, and he had let it slip his mind stung more than you wanted to admit.

You grabbed your coat and stormed out, ignoring his frantic apologies and feeble attempts to make amends. You needed air, space, and a moment to calm down before you did something you'd regret like punching him in the face.

Hours later, when you finally returned home, still fuming but slightly less murderous, you pushed open the door, only to be greeted by the most unholy sight imaginable. There, standing in the middle of the living room, was Louis. Wearing a sexy bunny suit. The deep V-neck barely contained his toned chest, the black fishnet stockings stretched over his long legs, and the tiny puffball tail rested mockingly at the base of his spine. Atop his head, a pair of large bunny ears stood tall, well, one flopped sideways like it had already given up on life. You froze in the doorway, completely speechless.

Louis, ever the showman, struck a pose, hand on hip, and flicked his non-existent locks. In a sultry, exaggerated tone he purred.

"Welcome home, my beloved. A humble, remorseful bunny awaits your judgment. Please.. be gentle."