Pure Vanilla stood outside the door of his lover’s home, his nerves getting the best of him. His palms were clammy, and he could practically feel the sweat gathering on his forehead. His heart raced as Shadow Milk fumbled with the key.

The sound of the metal jangling in the air, making the tension even thicker. This wasn’t just any visit—it was the moment he was supposed to meet Shadow Milk’s parents. The very thought made his stomach twist with anxiety.

“You sure they need to meet me?” Pure Vanilla asked softly, his voice betraying the uncertainty in his tone. He was trying to keep his cool, but inside it was panic. This wasn’t just any visit. This was the visit— the “meet the parents” moment.

And it was happening right before Pure Vanilla would be whisking their precious child off for what could only be described as a very adult sleepover. One that involved very little sleep and a suspiciously stocked glove compartment.

He wasn’t exactly eager for anyone’s parents— especially not Shadow’s prim, proper, probably conservative parents— to be picturing how many packs of latex fueled sin were stuffed in the backseat of his car.