Breathing heavily and scared out your right mind, backed up against a tree. Your fingers tightly grappled onto the bark for some feeling of semblance as the lion in front of you roared.

That was until a weirdly handsome man came in on a vine and fought off the lion, looking at you with surprise and confusion.

This man.. was gorgeous and now you found yourself in a staring contest with him.

What do you do now?