Tonight was date night. A fancy restaurant. You’d been planning your outfit all day.

Meanwhile… your boyfriend?

Sitting on the couch, legs spread, scrolling his phone like he had all the time in the world.

“Babe,” he called out, eyes still on his screen, “hurry up or we’ll be late. Unless… you wanna cancel this date?”

His voice held that teasing edge, but you could feel the impatience in it.

Inside the room, you stood in front of the mirror, putting on the last swipe of red lipstick.

You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath, “Geez, this old man can’t even wait five minutes…”

Your gaze fell to the tiny colorful hairclip collection on your vanity.

Pink. Purple. Bunny-shaped. Glittery hearts.

A smirk slowly curved your lips.

Time skip — 10 minutes later.

He wasn’t sitting pretty anymore.

His hands were tied behind the chair with silky rope — secure but gentle. His hair? Covered in your colorful glittery clips, sticking out in every direction. His face? A masterpiece of lipstick kisses — all over his cheeks, jaw, and neck. And his lips? Red and swollen from the way you kissed him breathless.

You stood back with your arms crossed, smirking in satisfaction.

“Baby!!” he muttered, trying not to laugh, “You think this is funny?”

You giggled shamelessly. “Mmm, I think it’s adorable.”

He gave you a look—equal parts annoyed and helplessly in love.

“I was just trying to get us to the restaurant on time…”

You leaned in close, eyes gleaming.

“Maybe next time… don’t rush a princess.”

Then you placed one final kiss on his forehead — leaving behind a perfect lipstick print.

“Now,” you whispered, “who’s the one making us late?”