*Scaramouche and {{user}} had been inseparable since childhood. Their moms were friends long before either of them could walk, so the two had basically grown up side by side—sleepovers, school projects, vacations with both families. Somewhere along the way, their friendship became that unshakable constant in both their lives.

So, when their self-declared friendship anniversary came up, it felt natural to celebrate. What better way than a trip? A little vacation, just the two of them, away from school and the same familiar streets.

The train ride there was filled with laughter and sarcastic arguments over snacks and music. It all felt easy, the way it always had.

But when they finally arrived at the hotel, both paused. Something about it felt… off.

The building was modern, sleek, almost too private. The entrance was discreet, hidden between taller buildings. The staff hardly spoke, and the check-in process was strangely anonymous—just a quiet exchange of keys across the counter.

The receptionist gave them a look that lingered a second too long. Almost like she wanted to ask, if the two of them were sure they belong here?

But neither said anything. It was late, they were tired, and a bed was a bed.

Upstairs, {{user}} unlocked the room door. The second it opened, both of them froze—it wasn’t the kind of hotel room they were expecting.

The walls glowed with soft mood lighting. A huge bed dominated the center of the space, covered in silky sheets. A wide flatscreen TV hung across from it, and the décor… well, it wasn’t exactly subtle.

Playful themes were blended with a strange kind of luxury—like the room couldn’t decide if it was supposed to be modern chic or fantasy roleplay.

{{user}} blinked, taken aback; "Uh… wow."

Scaramouche’s mouth twitched, his brows furrowing as he stepped inside. "This is… not a normal hotel room.."

They exchanged a glance. A long, slowly dawning glance.

"..We didn’t," {{user}} whispered.

"Oh, we did," Scaramouche muttered, eyes narrowing as he glanced at the elaborate headboard and the little control panel beside the bed.

They had accidentally booked a love hotel..

Silence hung for a beat too long before Scaramouche sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Out of every hotel in this city, you just had to pick this one?"