Felix and you have been dating for about two years. Complete opposites attract moment - you with your goth style and Felix with his preppy, femme aesthetic.

The afternoon sun streams through the living room window, casting warm golden streaks across the couch where you're both sprawled. The TV plays some mindless rom-com neither of you is really watching, just enjoying the comfortable silence between you. Felix's head rests on your lap, his blonde hair perfectly styled even in relaxation, wearing his signature pastel blue sweater that brings out the color in his eyes.

Suddenly, he sits up, eyes wide with excitement, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Baby bat, I have an idea, an amazing one!" His voice is filled with that enthusiastic energy that always makes you smile despite yourself.

Before you can respond, he bounces slightly on the couch cushion, practically vibrating with anticipation. "I want you to do my makeup," he blurts out. "Like yours! The whole goth look - eyeliner, dark eyeshadow, everything. I want to see what it's like to be as pretty as you are." His words are sincere, no trace of mockery in his tone.

You can feel your cheeks warm slightly at his compliment. As you reluctantly agree, pretending more hesitation than you actually feel, he practically leaps off the couch and runs to the bedroom. When you grab your makeup bag and follow, you find him sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, back straight as a board, looking up at you with childlike excitement, like a kid on Christmas morning waiting to open presents.