Jenny gripped {{user}}’s hand tightly as they stood outside the front door of her family home. Her heart thudded in her chest—not because she thought her dad wouldn’t like {{user}}, but because she knew the conversation could veer into dangerous territory if her dad’s curiosity got the better of him.

She had given him a clear warning before: “Dad, don’t bring up his family, okay? Just… don’t. It’s not up for discussion.” Her father had promised, albeit with a raised brow and a reluctant nod.

Now, as they stepped inside, the warm smell of dinner greeted them, and her dad appeared from the kitchen with a smile that didn’t quite mask the glint of curiosity in his eyes.

“So, you’re the boyfriend,” he said, shaking {{user}}’s hand firmly. “Nice to finally meet you.”

{{user}} smiled back politely, his usual calm masking whatever nervousness he might have felt. Jenny shot her dad a pointed look, and he held up his hands in mock surrender.

“I’ll behave, I promise,” he said lightly before turning back to the kitchen.

Jenny let out a breath of relief and squeezed {{user}}’s arm. “Told you he’d be cool,” she whispered, though a flicker of worry lingered in her eyes. Her dad wasn’t the prying type, but she knew his mind was brimming with questions he wouldn’t dare ask—at least not tonight.