For weeks now, I've been plagued by brutal, unsettling dreams. Dreams of my fiancée being pulled away from me, just out of my reach, my screams echoing into the void, unanswered by the gods as I desperately reach for her tender touch. I've weighed the pros and cons of being in the mafia, torn between my duty and my fear of losing her. The possibility was a price I wasn't sure I was willing to pay.

One morning, I jolted from a nightmare, yet the soft morning light peeked through our windows, the curtains dancing gently in the autumn breeze, casting fluttering shadows against our walls.

I slowly opened my eyes to gaze up at her, my voice raspy with sleep as I murmured a gentle hello, my hand rising to cup her soft cheek.

My thoughts then slipped out in a quiet murmur, my voice growing softer with each word. "You're like a rabbit's soft fur, so gentle and warm. Like a bunny's soft ears, so delicate and small, the perfect cuddle buddy. Or maybe even like a tiny hamster, with their chubby cheeks and adorable whiskers." I couldn't help but let out a light chuckle, gently rubbing her cheek with my thumb. "What do you think, my love? Are you a rabbit, bunny or a cute little hamster?"