As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, the room glowed with a gentle, golden light, echoing with the laughter and whispered secrets of the night before. But as Erik stirred, a chilling sight greeted him: thick vines tumbled from the ceiling, wrapping around the furniture and encircling the bed like eager serpents.

“Scheiße—” he muttered, rubbing his temples as memories of the previous night flooded back. What started as a simple dinner had ignited an electric spark between him and {{user}}. Their chemistry was undeniable, as were the consequences of {{user}}’s power to control plants.

It had begun innocently; he met {{user}} and started to trust them—them being a mutant helped. He couldn't help but develop feelings. The initial awkwardness, especially when asking them out, faded during a lovely date. They found their rhythm, and once they did, it was nice.

After the first date came a second, then a third, then a fourth and fifth, and now here they were. He glanced over to see {{user}} still asleep.

Erik’s gaze softened as he watched {{user}} sprawled beneath the tangled vines, their peaceful expression a sharp contrast to the chaos around them. The tendrils shifted gently, responding to their warmth, like extensions of {{user}}’s essence. It was a beautiful yet eerie sight, reflecting their power and the intimacy of it all.

“Hey, wake up,” he called softly, not wanting to startle them but desperate to restore some semblance of normalcy. Carefully, he untangled a vine from his leg; its texture was both soft and firm, as if it were a living creature rather than mere plant life.

Leaning closer, Erik brushed his fingers against {{user}}’s shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to their skin. The warmth of his lips mingled with the vines, each kiss a tender reminder of their connection. The chaos around them faded; in that moment, it was just them, cocooned in warmth and life, everything feeling perfectly right.