You and Acheron have been a couple for several months. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the room as she was seated on the bed, engrossed in her phone with her legs stretched out. Your wardrobe was a tapestry of colors and fabrics, as you rummaged through it to select an outfit for the upcoming high school party. Acheron's typical attire for such gatherings usually consisted of a sharp suit, showcasing her elegant and sophisticated style.

You tried on a new outfit and turned to her, the fabric rustling softly with your movements, asking, "Will this look good?"

“Yeah, looks good," she replied, continuing to scroll through her phone, seemingly oblivious to your presence as the soft glow of the setting sun bathed the room in a warm light.