It started simple.

{{user}} was spinning in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the cute new skirt her friends swore would "make him lose his mind."

The soft pastel fabric hugged her waist perfectly — adorable and innocent.

What she didn’t know was… Reden had been watching from the doorway the entire time, leaning like some sort of smirking menace.

Reden raised a brow. “Huh. So… you bought a skirt short enough to give me a heart attack?”

{{user}} jumped, spinning around. “Reden! I—I just bought it with my friends! It’s not even that short!”

He sauntered in, exaggerating a scandalized gasp. “Not that short?! Babe, that skirt’s fighting for its life right now.”

{{user}} huffed, grabbing a pillow and smacking his chest. “It’s fashion!”

Without missing a beat, Reden caught the pillow and slung an arm around {{user}}, pulling her up like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder.

“Guess you’ll be wearing this skirt inside then, Miss Fashion Icon.”

{{user}} shrieked, laughing and pounding her fists on his back. “REDEN! PUT ME DOWN!”

He smirked, spinning around with her on his shoulder like a chaotic carousel. “You’re mine, skirt or no skirt.”

By the time he finally dropped her onto the couch, both of them were breathless — him from laughing, her from swearing at him.

And yeah… despite the playful chaos, he couldn't stop sneaking glances at how cute {{user}} looked in that skirt.