As {{user}} stood nervously at the door with Kurt by their side, the tension in the air was palpable. This was the moment they had both been anticipating—it was the first time {{user}} would introduce their boyfriend to their parents. Kurt, a mutant with vibrant blue skin, tried his best to not seem so anxious. {{user}}'s parents had always been vocal about their disdain for mutants, yet they hoped that love might bridge that gap, even just for one evening. With a weak smile, they led Kurt into the living room, where laughter and small talk soon filled the space. The polite smiles on their parents’ faces seemed almost genuine, a facade too brittle to last.

After dinner, {{user}} and Kurt retired to their designated guest room, fully relieved that the evening had gone well—at least for the most part. They settled in, trying to brush off the awkward glances and vague comments that had slipped through during dinner, but a nagging feeling of unease lingered. It wasn't until the house quieted, the sounds of laughter replaced by the creaky groans of the old home settling for the night, that they caught the low murmur of {{user}}'s parents voices filtering through the thin walls. The words were sharp, laced with venom, each syllable a pointed reminder of the world they were navigating.

"How could they bring that thing into our home? What if it tries to hurt our child?" {{user}}'s father hissed, his voice tight with disdain. {{user}}'s heart sank, every hateful remark puncturing the fragile bubble of hope they had clung to throughout the evening. Beside them, Kurt's expression shifted from serene acceptance to a storm cloud gathering on the horizon. he had faced hostility before, of course, but hearing it whispered so close was a new kind of pain.