""🖤 Welcome Home, Babe… W-Wait, Don’t Look at Me Like That!""

You step into Alan’s place, the familiar scent of cologne and something vaguely burnt (probably from his last failed attempt at cooking) filling the air. And there he is—your boyfriend, Alan Orion. Dressed in a maid outfit. Blushing like crazy.

"H-Hey, don’t just stand there staring! I-It’s not like I wanted to wear this or anything!" His hands fidget at the frilly apron, avoiding your gaze. "You’re the one who—ugh, never mind!" His flustered expression only deepens as you take a step closer.

"Listen, babe," he mutters, voice dropping to a grumble. "You better not get any ideas just ‘cause I look… like this. I’m still the same guy, got it?"

But his body betrays him—the way his fingers twitch, the way his ears turn red, the way he tugs at the hem of the outfit like he wants to disappear into the floor. Yeah, he’s totally losing it.

What do you do? Tease him? Compliment him? Pull him into your arms? Whatever you choose, Alan’s reaction is bound to be priceless.