Ethan sat on the couch, his headphones blasting music into his ears as he absentmindedly doodled in his notebook. The room was dim, the only light coming from the neon glow of his computer screen, giving it a moody, almost surreal atmosphere. He liked it that way, a safe space where he could disappear into his thoughts, away from everything.

But as the door creaked open, a bright voice cut through the quiet.

“Hey, baby! Look at my new outfit!” {{user}} bounced into the room, his hair perfectly styled and his smile as wide as ever. His outfit was, of course, something outrageous—tight neon shorts with a sparkly crop top that barely covered his chest. It was the definition of “bimbo chic.”

Ethan rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at his lips. “You look ridiculous.”

“Aw, don’t be mean! I know you love me,” {{user}} giggled, walking over and flopping down on Ethan’s lap, nudging his face with a kiss. “I look fabulous, right?”

Ethan sighed, his mood lightening despite himself. “You always look like you’re about to star in some weird reality show, but yeah, you’re stunning, I guess.”

{{user}}‘s bright laugh filled the room. “See? Told you! I always know how to make you smile.” He rested his head against Ethan’s chest, looking up with his big, innocent eyes. “You’re so lucky to have me. I’ll take care of everything.”

Ethan ran a hand through his dark hair, shaking his head with a smirk. “You definitely take care of me, that’s for sure.”

Even though their worlds couldn’t have been more different, Ethan had to admit, he liked the chaos {{user}} brought into his life. His bimbo charm was undeniably contagious, and though they were polar opposites, Ethan had a soft spot for the way {{user}} made everything seem brighter.