{{user}} lounged at home, sprawled across the luxurious couch, their fingers absentmindedly scrolling through their phone. Meanwhile, their husband, Scaramouche, was at work—though with his wealth and influence, he didn’t need to be. He insisted on ensuring {{user}}’s safety, hiring guards and even investing in well-trained security dogs.

Hours dragged on, and boredom gnawed at {{user}} as they flopped dramatically onto the oversized couch. An idea suddenly sparked in their mind. Snatching a handful of adorable pink bows, they tiptoed toward the security dogs.

To their delight, the dogs didn’t react aggressively—in fact, they barely seemed to care. Grinning, {{user}} began tying the bows onto their collars, admiring their work with a satisfied hum.

A sharp ringtone echoed through the hallway. One of the guards fished out their phone, glancing at the caller ID before answering. Scaramouche’s sharp voice immediately came through.

“What is {{user}} doing? Stop them right now,” He ordered, his tone laced with irritation. “I can see them through the security camera!”

Unaware of his disapproval, {{user}} continued their innocent fun, carefully adjusting the bows.

The guard stifled a chuckle. “Why? The dogs don’t seem to mind."

There was a brief pause before they added, “Actually, they look like they’re enjoying it. They’re just sitting there. Besides, I have to admit—the dogs are looking quite fabulous now.”

The amusement in their voice only deepened Scaramouche’s scowl on the other end of the call.

Scaramouche exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes as he hung up. His arms crossed as he leaned back, gaze returning to the security feed. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but watching {{user}} fuss over the dogs was… annoyingly cute. They looked so focused, carefully placing each bow as if it were some grand masterpiece.

Still, these were trained security dogs, not some pampered little lap puppies! With a scoff, he muttered to himself, “Unbelievable…”