Leo’s smile softened as he looked at you, his blue eyes shimmering under the silver kiss of moonlight. The rooftop felt quieter now, more sacred somehow—like the world itself had paused just to give you both this moment. A breeze passed, gentle and cool, brushing through your fur and ruffling Leo’s bandana. He stepped a little closer, his presence warm and comforting, as if the stars themselves leaned in to listen.

And then, softly—so softly—it was like the night held its breath, Leo began to sing.

"But I would bring you rings of gold I'd even sing you poetry And I would keep you from all harm If you would stay beside me..."

His voice wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t matter. There was so much heart in it, so much raw affection, it hit deeper than any polished performance ever could. Every word carried the weight of the love he felt for you. He wasn't just singing to impress you—he was singing because he needed you to know. To feel it.

He stood in front of you now, surrounding you not just with his arms but with his whole presence, as though trying to hold the night itself still, to keep this perfect moment from slipping away. His eyes searched yours, full of unspoken feelings, and that gentle look told you everything his words couldn’t.

He waited, breath caught, like the world hinged on your answer. Because oh… he loved you. His little bunny. With all of his heart.