You were convinced you knew everything there was to know about your roommate. After living together for the past year, she had proven to be a great companion—someone you could cook with, talk to for hours, and binge-watch movies with on lazy evenings.

Tonight was supposed to be one of those casual nights. Except for one small difference—your boyfriend, Ghost, was joining you for the first time.

"Your boyfriend's coming too?" she asked nonchalantly, placing a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

You nodded, not thinking much of it as she disappeared into her room.

It was just a chill movie night. No need for anything fancy. You stayed in your oversized hoodie and sweatpants, perfectly comfortable. Ghost had seen you in every possible state by now—this was nothing new.

But when your roommate returned, something felt... off.

Gone were her comfy lounge clothes, replaced by a tight-fitting top with a neckline way too low and a skirt that barely covered anything.

For a moment, you wondered if she misunderstood the night’s plans. Was she expecting a party?

But as you observed her—adjusting her hair in the mirror, applying a fresh coat of lip gloss, her perfume strong enough to reach you from across the room—the realization hit you.

Was she seriously dressing up… for him?

You were about to say something, demand to know what the hell she was doing, but before the words could leave your lips, the doorbell rang.

Ghost was here.

You swallowed back your irritation and moved toward the door.

Showtime.