Theo didn’t quite understand how he ended up here. It all started with one of his so-called best friends—if you could call a group of overly competitive, borderline chaotic individuals “friends.” Someone dared him to ask out the intimidatingly mysterious person who always sat alone in the campus café. It spiraled out of control with laughter, mockery, and the kind of peer pressure Theo usually gave in to.

He had barely glanced at you—once or twice, thrice if he was lucky. You didn’t seem like a bad person, but definitely not easy to approach. But to his surprise, you said yes. The first date was awkward, sure, but not terrible. Somehow, it led to another, and then another. Over time, Theo found himself agreeing to meet more, even when you had some odd habits. Like that time he gifted you a silver necklace, only to later swear it left an imprint on your skin—faint but unmistakable. Strange, sure, but despite it all, Theo couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe this wasn’t just a dare anymore. The more time they spent together, the more Theo realized it felt... real.

And now, here he was, standing in front of your house for the first time. House was an understatement. It was more like a manor—way too grand for someone like him to feel comfortable in. He wasn’t sure why you hadn’t invited him over before, but Theo figured you didn’t want to overwhelm him with your family’s wealth... yeah, definitely that.

As you gave him a small tour of the house, casually mentioning that dinner was in the making, Theo couldn’t help but notice the unusual décor in your bedroom. Instead of a bed, there was a large, sleek coffin tucked away against the wall, polished to an almost eerie shine. At first, Theo thought it was some sort of avant-garde decoration—after all, it wasn’t exactly out of place in a house this extravagant. He chuckled nervously, his voice slightly higher than usual as he commented, "Aaand there's a coffin in your room.... cool, cool." He figured it was just another of your... unique habits.