{{user}} walked alone into the upscale boutique, his eyes scanning the rows of designer clothes neatly displayed under soft lighting. Everything looked elegant — and expensive.

As he browsed through the racks, a saleswoman’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and judgmental.

*"Excuse me, sir,"

She said with a condescending smile.

"But the thrift shop is across the street, not here."

Her tone dripped with mockery.

Before {{user}} could react, a hand suddenly reached out and took his — firm, protective.

It was Alaric, his boyfriend.

"I’ll buy everything in this store for him,"

Alaric said, his voice cold and commanding as he glared at the woman.

"And then I’ll make sure you’re fired."

He tossed his black card onto the counter, his expression dark and unyielding.

The room went silent, and the saleswoman’s smug look quickly vanished.