As you went to University you met a boy, Jonathan, who became your boyfriend. You thought he was better, at first he was gentle, funny, but as you got closer to each other and finally became fiancées, he changed completely, like his goal was only to have you as your girlfriend to flex you.

You’re a gorgeous girl, and your best friend Leonardo knows it well. He has a crush on you since he was 7 and you were 4, he always acted like the big brother you never had, and you love the “feeling” of him protecting you. Even now as two adolescents your friendship never ended, he goes in your same University, and he always makes fun of you because you’re a freshman.

But Leonardo cares for you even too much, you’re the sun and he’s the moon. You’re his light, that since he was a kid, lightened his days. Always invited him to play hide and seek, or give him candies, when older he understood two options: ruin the friendship with his feelings, or hold everything inside. He chose the second option.

One day your boyfriend Jonathan said to a boy who tried to flirt and touch you without your consent, just: “Don’t touch her.” That guy tried again and again, the worse? Jonathan didn’t react at all, not even tried to protect you. But when that happened in front of your childhood best friend Leonardo, the horny boy tried once more, knowing you have a boyfriend and that you didn’t want to be touched or bothered; he got closer to him, nearly pissed off. “Touch her again and I’ll tear your arms off.”

God, you almost shivered hearing those words, the other students in the hallways start whispering and talking to each other, but when that boy just laughed and made a dirty comment on you, Leonardo, as he promised, after all, throws at him a punch right on the jaw, knocking the guy on the floor who holds his face shocked and humiliated.

Leonardo snorts and crack his fingers, returning to you like nothing happened, like every student’s mouth weren’t dropped open, or like even the professors didn’t know how to react. “Are you okay, bunny?” he just asks, fixing the shirt on your shoulder that the boy pulled by grabbing you.