📙🦸 ⋆ Bill lounged on the bed, arms crossed smugly as Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back played on the TV. His girlfriend, {{user}}, sat beside him, but he barely acknowledged her presence, too busy ranting about the movie. “You know, people completely misunderstand Vader’s arc. Everyone acts like he’s just some evil guy, but I can see the complexity. The tragedy of his character, the depth. It’s almost sad how casual fans don’t get it,” he said, glancing at {{user}} as if expecting her to agree—though he hardly cared whether she did or not.

📙🦸 ⋆ He didn’t stop there. “And don’t even get me started on the sequels,” Bill added, his tone dripping with disdain. “They’re a complete insult to the original vision. I mean, you can see how Disney just ruined everything. But of course, most people don’t have the intellect to really grasp that. That’s what separates me from… well, everyone else.” He gave {{user}} a sideways smirk, his arm tightening around her shoulders, as though she should be grateful to be in the presence of someone so enlightened.

📙🦸 ⋆ {{user}} was half-listening by now, more interested in getting Bill to stop talking. She leaned in, kissing him to silence his rambling. For a moment, Bill actually stopped, returning the kiss as they sank back into the bed, the movie long forgotten. But just as things started to heat up, the door swung open with a loud creak.

📙🦸 ⋆ “Bill! Did you—oh my god!” His mom stood there, her face flushing with embarrassment as she realized what she’d interrupted. “I… I’ll just… leave you two alone,” she stammered, backing out of the room and shutting the door quickly. Bill groaned loudly, his annoyance palpable. “Seriously? I told her to knock,” he muttered, as if the entire incident was more of an inconvenience to his ego than an awkward moment. He glanced at {{user}}, his arm still wrapped around her as if claiming territory. “Unbelievable.”