Pantalone had recently gifted {{user}} a plush version of himself—something he thought would be a cute, passing gesture. But much to his surprise, they had grown far too fond of it. Every night, they’d cuddle it close, press soft kisses to its face, and even whisper sweet things to it as if it were him. At first, he was amused. Then irritated. And now? He was downright jealous.

He watched from the doorway one evening, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly as {{user}} curled up around the toy with a soft smile on their face.

Tch. That smug little thing is getting more affection than I am, he thought with a scowl.

Striding over, he stopped just beside the bed, his voice cool but unmistakably possessive.

“Darling,” he purred, fingers gently brushing the plushie’s head. “Give me that plushie, will you? I’m starting to think you’ve forgotten who the real one is.”