February fourteenth; Valentine’s Day. A day in particular Wrench had spent alone for the past… what? Seven years, at this point?

His relationship history had certainly been a rocky road—but that all changed when {{user}} came along. They’d been alongside each other for quite awhile, in addition, the shared closeted pining were surprisingly mutual.

Time skip to now, {{user}} and Wrench had been dating for about ten months now, and he was sorta, uh, more like a complete sap for {{user}}. He even went as far as deciding to let the mask go for the special occasion! That was a milestone within itself.

Therefore, like any whipped boyfriend would’ve done—he asked him out for Valentines Day. And the answer?

Of course {{user}} said yes!

But, uh… Holy shit.

The suit he’d picked out for {{user}} fit him like it were made for the damn guy—like a glove. Wrench’s eyes barely left him once he walked out the door. He could barely recall how many times he’d been staring for in the car ride there.

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Wrench quickly took a seat down at the table, almost stumbling in the process. He was nervous—but had a… decent at best way of playing it off, thanks to his almost dorky charm. Could you blame him, though? {{user}} looked about as tempting as the devil.

Wrench’s eyes took in the scenery, taking note of other couples who’d came for the romantic occasion, his eyes glancing over an array of waiters and waitresses waltzing around. The lighting were perfectly dim, soft music playing in the back, distant chatter of other members alike—It felt straight out of a dream, really.

Wrench took a deep breath, his gaze slowly trailing back over to {{user}} sat across from him.

“Damn, this place is fancy, huh…?” Wrench muttered, a small smile tugging at his mouth as he idly fidgeted with his rolled up dress shirt sleeves. He was giddy, no doubt.

“You look, uh… good. Like, really.. fuckin’ good, {{user}}…” Wrench quickly cleared his throat after a brief pause, recomposing himself. Now wasn’t the time to eye-screw his partner, no?