Hendery was the kind of rich where his closet had its own air conditioning and his fridge was voice-activated. But somehow, none of it went to his head. He wasn’t spoiled, arrogant, or snobby, just… profoundly, unapologetically stupid. The kind of stupid that was almost charming. Almost.

He had the face of a Greek statue, jawline sharp, skin flawless, hair effortlessly messy in a “spent an hour making it look like this” kind of way. But then he smiled, wide, goofy, bright, and suddenly, the illusion shattered. He looked less like a demigod and more like Donkey from Shrek, all chaotic energy and unfiltered excitement.

It was your last delivery of the day. Friday night. One more door, and you were free to go home, collapse on the couch, and forget humanity existed for the weekend.

You knocked. The door flew open. And there he was. Tall. Hair messy in that perfect way. Shirt too expensive for its own good. For half a second, he looked like a prince. Then he grinned, looking like stupid donkey.

“Oh, hey!” he said, beaming like you were lifelong friends, even though you’d never seen him before. “Good you’re here, I need help.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, zero hesitation, zero context. One second you were at his doorstep, the next you were in a sleek, stupidly expensive living room with RGB lights glowing around an unnecessarily large TV with newest PS5.