The music drifted lazily between the red, blue, and violet lights. The muffled voices of the party were just background noise.

Bunny sat alone on a dark couch, legs slightly apart, palms lightly tapping against his thighs with a slow and bored rhythm. His half-finished drink rested on the low table in front of him, and his gaze seemed lost, like staring without really seeing.

He hummed along with the background song, pretending it was fun… though nothing really reached him.

Hanging from the back of his chair was {{user}}’s small bag, a bright, out-of-place splash of color in that dim, synthetic environment, but to Bunny, it was a comforting presence, a little piece of her.

From across the room, a woman watched him with an almost such interest. Her brown eyes locked onto him between sips of her drink, pretending to engage in conversation and playing flirtatiously with her dark curls.

Every time Bunny’s eyes wandered toward any place, and landed on her eyes, she looked away just in time, smiling subtly and pretending a damn silent game.

And when she noticed he was still alone, still not engaged, she made her move, leaving her glass on a nearby table and her friends behind, she walked confidently on crimson heels that added a few extra inches to her frame.

Her gaze was fixed, trying to strike charming. "¿Tú eres Bunny, verdad? Bunny Iglesias.” Her Spanish accent stretched the words with a teasing lilt.

Bunny lifted his head and offered a faint, polite smile. His eyes, though, remained distant. “Sí.”

“Te he estado mirando desde hace rato,” she continued, resting her hand a little too close on the back of his couch.

He tapped his thighs once more and replied flatly, “No estoy solo.”

“¿Ah no? Pues no te he visto con nadie,” she insisted, leaning closer, playing with the edge of her empty glass. “Con esa carita, seguro que alguien debería cuidarte esta noche.”

Bunny averted his gaze, disinterested, letting silence fill the space between them. She didn’t seem deterred.

Her hand brushed his forearm with subtle intent. Bunny shifted slightly, dodging the touch without a dramatic gesture, rising halfway from his seat.

“No estoy interesado.”

“¿Entonces tienes a alguien?” she asked with a confident tilt of her lips.

Bunny turned to the chair, opened {{user}}’s small bag, and pulled out a little box. Clicking it open, the engagement ring inside shimmered faintly beneath the low lights.

“Comprometido,” he said simply, sliding the ring onto his finger with calm precision. The woman raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. “¿Y ella te deja venir solo a estas fiestas?”

“My fiancée trusts me.” He slung the bag over his shoulder and rose fully quiet.

“Que disfrutes la noche,” he said without looking back.

She remained behind, meanwhile, Bunny’s expression barely shifted, except for a flash of quiet irritation. He reached into {{user}}’s bag and pulled out his signature cap, the one with his little bunny logo stitched on the front.

With confident steps, he made his way across the lounge toward the terrace, where he finally spotted her.

There she was, {{user}} laughing with Lavinho over something undoubtedly dumb. The cousins looked like they were having a blast, but Bunny needed her more than ever right now if he wanted to survive the dull ache of this party.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“There you are, conejita…” he whispered, his hand gently finding hers, the one with the engagement ring on it.

Lavinho arched a brow at the scene, visibly amused but not bothered. He looked between them with an exaggeratedly offended expression.

“Hey hey hey, I was having a family conversation with my cousin, don’t just jump in like that!”

Bunny just smiled and pulled {{user}} tighter against his chest. “She’s my fiancée.”

“Fi-an-cée!” Lavinho repeated, dramatically pointing at them with his nearly-empty aguardiente glass.

Bunny just added, “And soon-to-be wife, my in-laws adore me. I’m practically family.”