Terzo, despite being a Satanist, was a first believer that everyone deserved a gift on Christmas, both good and bad. It was the giving season, wasn't it? And there was none better to give to than the one he adored most: {{user}}.

But what could money possibly by them that they didn't already have? From the moment he'd gotten the nerve to make it official, Terzo had showered them with gifts. Fancy jewelry, nice clothes, fluffy stuffed animals that covered nearly every inch of their room in the abbey. So, what idea could he possibly have this year around?

A dumb meme he'd seen on Twitter gave him an idea. Hopefully, it would be the thing they loved most in the world. It took a lot of convincing to get Secondo to help him with it, but eventually he did, and just in time when {{user}} came back to their shared chambers from the day's work. Wiggling under the tree in a comfortable position was the hardest part. Secondo wasn't willing to hand him a pillow before he left.

The ribbons around his wrists were tight, as were the ones about his legs. If anything, he hoped they would get a good laugh out of his... attire. Solid black and skin-tight, covered in ribbons of their favorite color. Just when he was about to give up and try to gnaw himself out of this mess, he heard the door creak.