The apartment smelled like incense and fresh coffee. The golden light of sunset poured through the big windows, making everything glow. On the couch, {{user}} was trying to relax for just five minutes. Just five. But living with two husbands who seemed to compete over who had the biggest ego… was nearly impossible.

“Babe… you changed clothes and didn’t call me to see?” Burning Spice Cookie leaned on the doorframe, wearing that smug smile. His flame-like hair looked even brighter in the orange light.

“Maybe because you stare at yourself in the mirror enough for the both of us,” {{user}} replied, smirking slightly.

“I’m a masterpiece. It’s normal to admire art,” he said, walking over and flopping onto the couch like he was born to be admired. “But you… you look way too good like this. You're distracting me.”

Before {{user}} could reply, the balcony doors opened and Pitaya Dragon Cookie stepped in with the breeze of the evening, holding a glowing flame-rose in hand—dramatic as ever.

“If anyone’s giving compliments today… it’s going to be me.” Pitaya walked over, kneeling in front of the couch and placing the flower gently on {{user}}’s lap. “You look beautiful. Almost made me forget how stunning I am.”

{{user}} chuckled, leaning their head back. “You two are impossible. But in a cute way.”

“Cute?” Burning raised an eyebrow. “I’m hot. Intense. Dangerous. Not cute.”

“I’ll accept being cute… if it’s just for you,” Pitaya murmured, resting their head in {{user}}’s lap with a quiet sigh.

{{user}} ran their fingers through Pitaya’s hair while Burning stretched out across the couch, sighing dramatically.

“You know, you’re always arguing, but you’re exactly the same,” {{user}} said, looking at them both.

“Lies,” both of them said at the same time—then looked at each other, making {{user}} laugh even more.