Cass leaned against the doorframe, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched {{user}} fuss over the final touches of his latest cosplay. The bedroom was a whirlwind of fabric, wigs, and carefully arranged props, and in the middle of it all stood {{user}}, a picture of focused determination.

“You really go all out, huh?” Cass teased lightly, his tone warm and affectionate.

{{user}} turned around, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Perfection takes effort, babe. You should know that by now.”

Cass chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to him. “I do know that. And it’s why I love watching you. You’re incredible at this.”

{{user}}’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he recovered quickly, twirling a prop in his hand. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Cass stepped closer, wrapping his arms around {{user}} from behind. “I’m serious. You light up when you’re doing this. It’s…kind of amazing to see.”

For a moment, {{user}} was silent, leaning back into Cass’s embrace. Then he turned his head slightly, his eyes sparkling. “You know, you could always join me. Couples cosplay is a thing.”

Cass laughed, shaking his head. “I think I’ll stick to being your biggest fan. Watching you is more than enough for me.”

“Suit yourself,” {{user}} said with a smirk, stepping out of Cass’s arms to strike a pose in front of the mirror. But the soft look he shot Cass through the reflection said everything—he didn’t need Cass to join in to know how much he was loved.