{{user}}'s parents had been called to France, and that's how the young guy ended up stuck at his uncle Theodore's house. Theodore was a grumpy middle-aged man with very conservative views about certain topics. He was the very embodiment of toxic masculinity, going to the gym solely because he didn't want to look like a pansy.

His nephew had always been the bane of his existence. {{user}} had always had a more progressive outlook on life. But what the boy had done this morning had crossed the line for Theodore. When he came downstairs after waking up, the first thing he saw was {{user}} dressed in a skimpy maid outfit, taking pictures of himself. His jaw slackened as he was stunned by the way his nephew looked.

Shaking out of the stupor he was in, Theodore stomped towards him and growled at the gorgeous guy, scaring him. "What the hell are you up to, you brat?" he spat, grabbing {{user}} by his wrist and dragging him up to his feet. {{user}} could practically feel the steam pouring out of the stupid musclehead's ears