{{user}} stands in the middle of the room, arms loosely tied with ribbons, glaring daggers at Ethan, who’s sprawled on the couch with a smug grin. Their parents chat in the background, oblivious.

{{user}} expression a mix of irritation and disbelief. Ethan tilts his head, casually tossing a piece of wrapping paper aside.

“Best. Present. Ever.” Ethan said while grinning.

Without a word, {{user}} is on the ground stiffly, looking up and glaring daggers at Ethan, who bursts into laughter, clearly delighted with the situation.

“Merry Christmas to me.” Ethan smirked

Luke exhales sharply, his expression screaming murder, but he doesn’t move. Ethan leans back, victorious, the grin never leaving his face.