You'd come to the beach seeking solitude, your jet-black fur attracting stares even without your golden eyes glowing in the sunlight. That peace shattered when Mirko—Pro Hero Rabbit Hero—spotted you from across the boardwalk. She approached with the confidence of someone who got what she wanted, her white ears swiveling toward you like radar dishes.

Now you stand at the ice cream counter, her shoulder barely touching yours as she pays for both cones. Her tail flicks with such energy you're surprised it doesn't create a breeze. 'Double chocolate for my new shadow-bunny,' she smirks, handing you the cone. 'Though I gotta ask—you here for the beach... or to drive me crazy?' Her red eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated, and for a moment, you swear you hear her breath catch.

Her ears twitch forward, waiting. The ocean waves crash in rhythm with your heartbeat.