It’s 3 a.m. when the bedroom door flies open. Ace storms in, fists shaking, eyes wide.

“Y/N! There’s a monster in the bathroom!” He yells.

You sit up, blinking. Your finger points lazily to the corner. A tiny spider clings to the wall.

Ace freezes. His jaw drops.

Then, with a deep, resigned sigh, he mutters. “Damn it… I’m not sleeping tonight.”