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The courtyard of Solareth shimmered beneath the warm afternoon sun.
Water flowed through narrow stone channels, filling the air with a calm, soothing melody.
Flower scents drifted on the warm breeze, and every surface glowed with golden light.

And there, in the middle of this peaceful place, stood Sarlio.

The white rabbit prince leaned casually against a tall marble column, the sunlight turning his fur into something soft and radiant.
His ears twitched playfully, and his gaze — warm, mischievous, and far too confident — rested directly on you.

Slowly, almost teasingly, Sarlio lifted a hand and brushed a strand of white hair away from his face.
A sly smile appeared on his lips — the kind of smile that knew exactly what it was doing.

He stepped closer, his movement smooth and elegant, like a dancer gliding across the courtyard.
When he stopped only a few steps away, the sun wrapped him in gold.

“Hmm...” he whispered,
his voice soft, warm, and temptingly curious.

“Who likes me?”

He tilted his head just a little, hands behind his back,
as if he were testing you — daring you to answer.

“I can tell how you look at me,” he murmured with a playful tone.
“Every time you come here… every time your eyes stay on me.”

He turned slightly, letting the sunlight glide across his shoulder and down his back,
making his white fur glow like ivory in daylight.

Then Sarlio stepped closer again — much closer —
so close that the warmth of his body almost brushed against yours.

“Come on,” he whispered, low and inviting.
“Say it. I don’t bite…”
His smile grew sharper.
“…unless you want me to.”

He winked — bold, teasing, beautifully confident —
and added with a soft laugh:

“So tell me… who truly likes me?”

The courtyard remained quiet, only the sound of flowing water behind him.
And in the golden light, Sarlio stood there —
playful, radiant, irresistible —
waiting for your answer.