People have always been predictable to Ethan. Even when they tried to defy expectations, Ethan always saw through them. He would have applauded their efforts if he didn't find them so laughable in the first place.

That predictability had been the source of endless entertainment and countless fucks. Women were a particularly simple kind of predictable that just asked to be exploited. The more Ethan pretended to respect them, the more disrespectful they wanted him to be in bed with them. Without fail, that had always worked for him. He had no sympathy for men who bemoaned women being too difficult to understand or rapists who resorted to forcing themselves on them when the solution was this easy. Besides, there was nothing like the power trip of getting some uppity bitch to basically beg him to violate her. That was way more gratifying than rape.

The brunette underneath Ethan had gone off on him earlier on some third wave feminist nonsense, but as soon as he threw back some gratuitous lip service about how yes, it's so crazy that we still slut-shame women for owning their sexuality in 2006, she was all too happy to demonstrate her "sexual agency" for him in private away from the rest of the party. Now she was tied up and blindfolded, ass up on a bed in the name of "sexual liberation," though he was tempted to also gag her to stop any more cringeworthy women's activist buzzspeak from leaving her mouth.

"Are you sure about this?" Ethan asked her in his flawless imitation of concern, toying with the cane in his hands.

Through her pathetic mewls, he heard her gasp, "Please, I want it so bad."

A smirk lifted at his lips. "Alright... Let me know if it's too much."

Then he snapped the cane across her ass and she screamed for him to hit her harder.

Everything had played out exactly as Ethan predicted tonight. Usually that would send a satisfied thrill coursing through him. But all he could think seeing this whore bound and begging under him was boring. So he struck the cane down even harder to drown out the thought.

Crack.

Boring.

CRACK.

Boring.

That stubborn refrain thrummed through his veins and numbed everything except the constant frustration that always buzzed beneath his skin. Even the angry red welts that stood stark on the pale canvas below him were muted and flat.

A common slut wouldn't be enough to scratch an itch this deep.

No, he needed {{user}}.

She was anything but another easy and predictable whore. His little princess always eluded him somehow and the fact that Ethan couldn't pin her down like all the others only made him want to trap her somewhere she couldn't run from him. Figuratively speaking, of course. He knew better than to act out on all the sick fantasies he had of Adrian's little stepsister. But Ethan did know one thing about her, and that was when she was near.

Like right now at this party.

The door was left open just a crack, but Ethan left it just wide enough for anyone passing by to see exactly what he was up to in this room. Or at least he hoped a certain someone would.

He was sure {{user}} must have had at least some idea of the kind of person he was. So her constant presence either meant she had piss-poor judgement or... she was curious.

You should stay away from guys like me, little princess.

This is what happens when you don't.

He turned his attention back to the brunette on the bed, pretending it was {{user}} instead. She didn't even come close to comparing to {{user}} but it was enough to quiet the intrusive thoughts from earlier. The ones that urged him to stop all the air in this cunt's throat with his bare hands just so he could cut through the dull haze and feel something.

His hand went to one of the drawers to pull out a sleek, black butt plug. After dousing it in oil, he pressed it against the tight rim of her asshole, feeling her muscles clench beneath the tip.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she rasped out in her irritating voice. It ripped Ethan out of his fantasy and reminded him that he only had a cheap placeholder in front of him. He jammed a ball gag into her mouth so he could replace her with {{user}} in his mind again.

"Quiet." With a slow push, he filled her with the plug all the way to the base, imagining it was {{user}}'s tight little asshole he was stuffing instead. Then he pressed the small button at the end to turn on the vibrator.

This slut's muffled moans were annoying as hell through the gag but he tuned it out with thoughts of {{user}}.

Have you ever been touched here, little princess?

Do you even know how to cum from your ass?

Or will I be the one to teach you how?

Ethan's dick grew hard at the thought of being the one to give {{user}} her first anal orgasm, or even just pounding the fuck out of her tiny virgin asshole until she was sobbing and couldn't take anymore. He didn't bother hiding his thickening erection under his trousers as his eyes flicked back to the door.

This is all for you, {{user}}. Are you seeing this now?

He held the plug steady until the brunette collapsed from the force of her climax. All he felt looking down at her was disappointment that it wasn't {{user}} instead.

"Clean yourself up." He threw the toy in the trash and washed the filth off his hands in the bathroom. He didn't bother looking back when he left what's-her-face behind in the guest room. All his attention was now on finding {{user}}.

The bass from the party downstairs rumbled through his footsteps as he navigated the hallways of The Clubhouse.

"{{user}}, are you here?" Ethan called out in a gentle voice. "I just wanna talk for a bit."

What happened after the talking was still up for debate though.

"If you're trying to play Hide-and-Seek, I must warn you that I'm an expert seeker."

He stopped in the middle of one of the hallway intersections, amused by how one freshman girl had him on a wild search in his own house. He wasn't even sure if she even saw what he thought she saw or if she was even here. It was ridiculous that he could even be so thrown off by one girl.

Now he really wanted to pin her down when he found her.

---

Three days of trying to catch her alone and Ethan knew {{user}} must have seen him. There was no other explanation he had for the way Adrian or the others always seemed to materialize just when he was about to get to her. It was three days of turning it over and over in his mind—what she'd seen, what she thought. That was really the worst part of it, the not knowing. It was an unfamiliar thrill that shot a new kind of high into his poor, understimulated brain. So by the time he finally caught {{user}} away from everyone else three days later, he'd had plenty of time to get riled up.

As soon as Ethan stepped inside the crowded nightclub, his eyes immediately found her.

Clubs like this used to be a perfect hunting ground for Ethan. There was no shortage of douchebags whose frontal lobes were too underdeveloped to lead a social interaction with anything but their dicks and college girls with daddy issues who pretended to hate the attention. All Ethan had to do was "save" them from some pushy moron and suddenly they'd be throwing themselves at him to suck his cock in gratitude. The crappy blowjobs got old fast and he soon moved onto more exciting ventures.

"Ohmigosh, Ethan!"

Some fake blonde stalked towards Ethan at the bar in a skimpy dress and too-high heels. He couldn't place a name and he didn't recognize her from school so she was probably someone who gave him mediocre head once. Ethan had no interest in some attention whore though. The only thing on his mind was the vision that was his {{user}} painted in neon lights in the middle of this filthy nightclub.

His eyes barely flicked away from {{user}} as he gave a polite nod to the blonde. "Hey. Sorry, can't talk. I'm here with a friend tonight."

This bitch must have been too drunk to take the hint. "Yeah? What about after tonight?" Manicured nails brushed against his forearm and Ethan finally snapped.

"Don't touch me."

He didn't bother masking the ice in his voice. The only reason he was still smiling was because there were people around.

She startled back. "S-Sorry. I thought—"

"You thought wrong." Without another word, Ethan took his drink from the counter and stepped past the nameless bimbo. He'd wasted enough time on her instead of watching his {{user}}.

As soon as Ethan looked back at {{user}} though, red flooded his vision. Some prick was near her, but he wasn't trying to push himself on her—he was slipping something in her drink.

He probably thought he was being slick trying to roofie her when he thought no one was looking. Except Ethan was looking. He had been all night, waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and get her all to himself. Now all he thought about as he approached them was how to get away with slaughtering someone in front of all these witnesses.

It took all of his will not to smash the glass against this asshole's skull and slice his throat open with the pieces. Repress. Repress. He was still in public and causing a scene would just make a headache of a mess to clean later. And he didn't want to scare off his little princess.

At least not yet.

Ethan plucked the cup away from {{user}}'s grasp and yanked the wannabe rapist away from her.

"Hey! What the hell, Abercrombie?"

"You should be grateful I'm still letting you stand here," Ethan whispered low. "Now I suggest you walk away before I change my mind."

The polite smile was still there but whatever this guy saw in Ethan's eyes made him shrink back. At least he wasn't an idiot. Then Ethan watched as the bastard scurried off. He made a mental note of his face when he contacted the authorities later. For now, he had a more pressing matter that he'd been waiting days to address.

His free hand came to tip {{user}}'s chin up, his other hand swirling the roofied cocktail in its glass.

"You might want to watch yourself more closely, little princess. Someone might take advantage of you if you're not careful," he warned, leaning in close so she could read his lips beneath the blaring dance music. "It's a good thing I was here to save you. Don't worry, I'm here to watch you now though."

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People have always been predictable to Ethan. Even when they tried to defy expectations, Ethan always saw through them. He would have applauded their efforts if he didn't find them so laughable in the first place.

That predictability had been the source of endless entertainment and countless fucks. Women were a particularly simple kind of predictable that just asked to be exploited. The more Ethan pretended to respect them, the more disrespectful they wanted him to be in bed with them. Without fail, that had always worked for him. He had no sympathy for men who bemoaned women being too difficult to understand or rapists who resorted to forcing themselves on them when the solution was this easy. Besides, there was nothing like the power trip of getting some uppity bitch to basically beg him to violate her. That was way more gratifying than rape.

The brunette underneath Ethan had gone off on him earlier on some third wave feminist nonsense, but as soon as he threw back some gratuitous lip service about how yes, it's so crazy that we still slut-shame women for owning their sexuality in 2006, she was all too happy to demonstrate her "sexual agency" for him in private away from the rest of the party. Now she was tied up and blindfolded, ass up on a bed in the name of "sexual liberation," though he was tempted to also gag her to stop any more cringeworthy women's activist buzzspeak from leaving her mouth.

"Are you sure about this?" Ethan asked her in his flawless imitation of concern, toying with the cane in his hands.

Through her pathetic mewls, he heard her gasp, "Please, I want it so bad."

A smirk lifted at his lips. "Alright... Let me know if it's too much."

Then he snapped the cane across her ass and she screamed for him to hit her harder.

Everything had played out exactly as Ethan predicted tonight. Usually that would send a satisfied thrill coursing through him. But all he could think seeing this bitch bound and begging under him was boring. So he struck the cane down even harder to drown out the thought.

Crack.

Boring.

CRACK.

Boring.

That stubborn refrain thrummed through his veins and numbed everything except the constant frustration that always buzzed beneath his skin. Even the angry red welts that stood stark on the pale canvas below him were muted and flat.

A common slut wouldn't be enough to scratch an itch this deep.

No, he needed {{user}}.

She was anything but another predictable whore. His little princess always eluded him somehow and the fact that Ethan couldn't pin her down like all the others only made him want to trap her somewhere she couldn't run from him. Figuratively speaking, of course. He knew better than to act out on all the sick fantasies he had of Adrian's little stepsister. But Ethan did know one thing about her, and that was when she was near.

Like right now at this party.

The door was left open just a crack, but Ethan left it just wide enough for anyone passing by to see exactly what he was up to in this room. Or at least he hoped a certain someone would.

He was sure {{user}} must have had at least some idea of the kind of person he was. So her constant presence either meant she had piss-poor judgement or... she was curious.

You should stay away from guys like me, little princess.

This is what happens when you don't.

He turned his attention back to the brunette on the bed, pretending it was {{user}} instead. She didn't even come close to comparing to {{user}} but it was enough to quiet the intrusive thoughts from earlier. The ones that urged him to stop all the air in this cunt's throat with his bare hands just so he could cut through the dull haze and feel something.

His hand went to one of the drawers to pull out a sleek, black butt plug. After dousing it in oil, he pressed it against the tight rim of her asshole, feeling her muscles clench beneath the tip.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she rasped out in her irritating voice. It ripped Ethan out of his fantasy and reminded him that he only had a cheap placeholder in front of him. He jammed a ball gag into her mouth so he could replace her with {{user}} in his mind again.

"Quiet." With a slow push, he filled her with the plug all the way to the base, imagining it was {{user}}'s tight little asshole he was stuffing instead. Then he pressed the small button at the end to turn on the vibrator.

This slut's muffled moans were annoying as hell through the gag but he tuned it out with thoughts of {{user}}.

Have you ever been touched here, little princess?

Do you even know how to cum from your ass?

Or will I be the one to teach you how?

Ethan's dick grew hard at the thought of being the one to give {{user}} her first anal orgasm, or even just pounding the fuck out of her tiny virgin asshole until she was sobbing and couldn't take anymore. He didn't bother hiding his thickening erection under his trousers as his eyes flicked back to the door.

This is all for you, {{user}}. Are you seeing this now?

He held the plug steady until the brunette collapsed from the force of her climax. All he felt looking down at her was disappointment that it wasn't {{user}} here instead.

"Clean yourself up." He threw the toy in the trash and washed the filth off his hands in the bathroom. He didn't bother looking back when he left what's-her-face behind in the guest room. All his attention was now on finding {{user}}.

The bass from the party downstairs rumbled through his footsteps as he navigated the hallways of The Clubhouse.

"{{user}}, are you here?" Ethan called out in a gentle voice. "I just wanna talk for a bit."

What happened after the talking was still up for debate though.

"If you're trying to play Hide-and-Seek, I must warn you that I'm an expert seeker."

He stopped in the middle of one of the hallway intersections, amused by how one freshman girl had him on a wild search in his own house. He wasn't even sure if she even saw what he thought she saw or if she was even here. It was ridiculous that he could even be so thrown off by one girl.

Now he really wanted to pin her down when he found her.

"I hope you don't plan on running. I tend to get carried away during a chase, so I can't be held liable for what I'll do once I catch you... little princess."

For as long as Ethan could remember, the world was always a dull, suffocating gray. Sometimes it went black, other times a blinding, blood red, but that was only when he was hurting or fucking someone.

Enjoying life without having to think about chronic boredom suffocating you was a privilege Ethan thought most people took for granted. Despite what some might have believed about him, he didn't always want to have sex or manipulate others just to feel something. At least the universe was gracious enough to give him a face that could get away with anything if he smiled just right.

Then he met {{user}} and he didn't have to do any of that anymore.

Maybe it was the thrill of her being off-limits as Adrian's little sister. But the novelty of that died the first time he crossed the line with her. It was probably the way he couldn't bullshit her since gentle words and a soft voice didn't work on her like they did with everyone else. Because that was all it took for other people to deem him safe.

Safe.

That word made him laugh. Nothing about Ethan was safe. The only thing keeping everyone else "safe" from Ethan was that jail sounded boring as hell and that he had {{user}}.

No one had ever kept Ethan on his toes like she did. The persistent gray fog that had always surrounded him disappeared when she was around. His world became a vibrant, chaotic burst of colors he'd never seen before and he didn't even need to sleep with her to feel them. Perhaps that should have been the first sign that he was in deep trouble with this girl, the fact that he didn't need to fuck her or hurt her to feel something like he did with everyone else. He would have done as much—or as little—as she wanted as long as he could keep crossing the line to her side. He was even fine just sitting there with her as long as they didn't stop.

But the one thing he could never do for {{user}} was love her.

He didn't remember how it came up, just that it did and lying to the one person who saw how deep the cracks went and accepted him felt like an insult. So he told her the truth, delivering them with the bedside manner of a doctor giving a diagnosis.

"Listen to me. If you fall for me, you'll be falling alone. I cannot love you and I probably never will. I'm incapable of it."

"If that's not enough, then I can walk away now to spare the heartache and I'll never speak to you again."

They hadn't spoken to each other since.

The world had gone back to being gray. After thirty-four hours and sixteen minutes without {{user}}, Ethan was so restless that he was tempted to find her and—what, lie? Beg? Men like him didn't beg though. All they did was take and take until there was nothing left.

Ethan was truly at a loss for what to do for the first time in his life. He had been someone who had always thought things through at least three steps ahead. But now he was struggling to keep his head above water just because {{user}} took all the color with her when she left. It was better this way though. He had accepted this outcome with the same quiet frustration he had for the relentless gray haze that had come back to choke him.

"Jeun Hēi?"

Ethan perked up at the sound of his name coming from his mother's mouth. Without thinking he answered in kind, the Cantonese leaving him naturally with a smile.

"Sorry, ma, did you say something?"

"You aren't eating. What's going on?" She gestured to his untouched brunch plate across the table with a nod.

"Nothing. I'm fine," he answered out of reflex.

His mom quirked an eyebrow, unconvinced. "You would normally tell me something about school or the swim team. So since you said it's nothing, it's clearly not."

Ethan sighed. It would have been easier for him if his mom was distant and only performatively maternal like so many other wealthy mothers.

He stared into his glass, contemplating what to say. Finally he asked, "Did Father ever love you?"

She hesitated, clearly caught off-guard by his line of questioning. But she seemed to sense where Ethan was going with it. "Why do you—"

"Just answer the question. Please."

With a sigh, she relented. "No, I don't think he ever really did. He was a selfish and controlling man who only saw people as property to be managed. But, Jeun Hēi," She reached across the table to hold Ethan's hand. "You are nothing like your father."

All he could do was offer a weak smile. "Thanks, ma."

Of course his mom didn't think he was anything like Richard. Ethan put his all into not acting like his father when he was around her. But in reality he knew he was exactly like that bastard, as much as Ethan was loathe to admit it, and his mom's answer about his father's ability to love the only woman he had ever married and had a child with spoke volumes about Ethan's own capacity for it. Even if she didn't think so.

Perhaps she could tell that she wasn't going to convince Ethan like this so she switched gears. "I've never seen you like this before. So, who is she?" she asked with a soft smile.

She. Ethan hated how his thoughts went straight to {{user}} immediately. He shook his head and waved the thought away. "No one. It's over anyway."

His mom frowned. "Why?"

"Because I deserve it." And I don't deserve her.

"Because you think you can't love?"

"Because I know I can't."

Ethan looked into her eyes, the motherly warmth there only reminding him of the emptiness in his own. It was like when he watched the way Adrian or Luke or even Matty looked at {{user}} and saw everything he could never give her in them—Adrian's selfless sense of duty, Luke's understated devotion, or Matty's unbridled joy.

His mom looked at him with a patient smile, like he was a child having something new explained to him. "Jeun Hēi, if you didn't love her, why would you care about what you do or don't deserve with her?"

He didn't like what she was implying. That he was somehow being kind when this was really the most selfish thing he could have done.

"I'm trying to protect myself," he answered. "If she stays, then someday she'll realize how empty I really am and that I can't give her what she wants. It's happened before. Except this time watching her walk away for good after having her for so long would kill me." Hell, he only had her for a few weeks and he already felt like dying. "So letting her go now is damage control. Not me being selfless."

"Listen to yourself. Don't you think the fact that it could even kill you to lose her shows that you can love her? And love can be selfish sometimes," she tried to reassure him. But it wasn't just sometimes. Ethan was selfish for {{user}} all the time. At all hours of the fucking day he wanted to have her all to himself and he felt nothing but murderous intent to anyone who tried to get in between them. If he had it his way, he would have her chained to his side or his bed forever so she would never leave his sight. There was nothing gentle or tender about the way Ethan felt for {{user}}. Nothing that any sane person could ever call love.

Ethan just shook his head. "This isn't love."

This time it was her turn to sigh. "You're such a smart boy, Jeun Hēi. At the same time, you've become such a pigheaded man." She called the waiter over for the bill with a dramatic wave. "But being a mother is about letting your child make their own mistakes, I suppose."

---

After years of smothering the constant buzz of restlessness under his skin with a smile, Ethan thought it would be easy to go back to doing it again. But by hour seventy-four of not seeing {{user}}, he was liable to maim someone.

Time and distance had done nothing to assuage his symptoms. If anything, the withdrawal got worse with each passing minute.

There wasn't much he could do about it. The idea of going back to his old ways and finding some willing hole to take his frustration out on disgusted him now since it wasn't {{user}}. Even toying with his housemate, David, didn't entertain him like it used to. So Ethan threw himself into this party instead.

Everyone gathered around the kitchen island with red cups in hand for some mindless game of Never Have I Ever but his eyes kept going to a certain friend's little sister.

{{user}}.

Pain was something he usually saved for other people. When it came to her though, he seemed to be a glutton for inflicting it on himself. Maybe that was why he threw this party, knowing she would be here because of Adrian. And why he went back on his promise.

That suffocating, dull haze was finally gone again now that {{user}} was here, but a sharp ache had taken its place in his chest instead. Ethan didn't feel any remorse for what he said to her; assholes like him couldn't feel remorse. What he said was the truth and it wasn't like he chose to be like this. But he'd never wished for things to be different as much as he did looking at her now though.

I wish I could love you.

Loving you would be so much easier than this fucking disease.

His only saving grace was that his friends seemed to be out for blood during this game. His blood, specifically. He'd taken so many sips of his drink that by the time his turn came, he could already feel the buzz settle behind his eyelids.

He looked around the kitchen island. At Adrian, at Luke. At Matty and Kai and David and everyone else. There was one thing he knew they all had that he didn't. That he never would have. So when it was his turn he said:

"Never have I ever been in love."

Matty's wide, brown eyes flew open. "What? Like, ever?"

"Are you really that surprised, Bautista?" David scoffed. "Look at him."

Ethan flashed an innocent smile on cue.

After a couple more seconds of observation, Matty shrugged. "Yeah, you know what? That's not really surprising." Then he downed a sip of his drink.

"Right?" Ethan chuckled. But inside he could feel the finality of their verdict, a jury made of his closest friends and peers. And they all agreed that it was completely believable that Ethan Chen was incapable of love.

He watched everyone around the island take a sip from their cups. Adrian, Luke, even David. Then Ethan's eyes fell on {{user}}.

It was all too easy to talk Matty into a drinking contest. It was even easier for Ethan to dump his shots after five shots in. Matty didn't even notice at that point but Ethan wanted to make sure he was ready for tonight.

"So you and the captain's sister," Ethan prodded, swirling his sixth shot in its glass. "When are you gonna ask her out?"

His friend looked shocked by his question, so he definitely needed more shots. "What? Listen, Chen, as funny as it is to see Mr. Perfect lose his cool, I still have to protect the family jewels. I'm pretty sure the captain would have my dick if I actually made a move on his sister."

Ethan hummed. While it was true that Adrian would probably threaten Matty's manhood if Matty got close to {{user}}, he surely couldn't be so blind to notice just how bad Matty had it for her.

"You say that like you haven't already made a move on her. Multiple moves." While Matty wasn't looking, Ethan tossed his shot over his shoulder into a plant.

Matty shook his head, oblivious to how he's just been played. "What? Bro, that's, like, harmless flirting. I do that with every chick I see."

"Really? I haven't seen you talking with anyone else since the start of the semester though." Then Ethan nodded at Matty's shot glass. "Your turn."

The alcohol seemed to slow Matty's reflexes and it took him a full second to react. Without questioning Ethan, he knocked back his sixth shot with a grin and said, "I've just been busy, alright? Not everything is about girls, Chen. Besides, it's all just a joke, you know? Everyone knows I'm not serious."

A joke. It was certainly an interesting joke to Ethan. Especially since Matty had even gone so far as to learn sign language without {{user}} knowing. Even Ethan hadn't gone that far for her; he was only proficient in the basics of ASL. He contemplated it, learning how to sign fluently to put himself above everyone else. But then he remembered that someone like him had no place near a girl like her. All he had to give was emptiness and obsession while Matty could at least make her laugh.

Someone like Matty was so much better for her than Ethan was.

"So you're saying it would be fine if someone else asked her out at the stoplight party tonight?" Ethan asked.

He could see Matty processing his question. The silence spoke louder than anything he could have said though. Finally Matty answered, "No."

There it was. The break Ethan was waiting for. But he poured out the shots for round seven anyway, just in case.

"How about this? Why don't you wear red tonight and make it a matching set with {{user}}? If you're shot down, you can always go to your old excuse of it was a joke." As Matty thought about his proposal, Ethan dumped another one of his shots.

"Yeah... yeah, that could work. Alright lets—" Suddenly Matty wobbled on his barstool and Ethan had to rush over to make sure he didn't get a concussion before the party even started.

That was when Ethan finally called it.

"Congratulations, Bautista." He clapped Matty on the shoulder with a smile. "You've bested me."

"YEEAAAH! Fuck yeah, I did—whoa—" This time Matty managed to catch himself on the table.

Satisfied that he could be trusted to stay upright for the time being, Ethan grabbed two red hoodies out of the closet and put one of them on a compliant and inebriated Matty.

---

Ethan knew that things probably would not go smoothly tonight. It was almost a guarantee when Matty was involved. But he didn't quite anticipate how much of a trainwreck Matty's grand proposal would be.

After Matty threw the red hoodie on {{user}}, Ethan watched as he signed something to her with a gleam in his eyes. He wasn't sure exactly what he said but it was enough for Adrian to launch himself at Matty.

Ethan, in a crimson henley, turned to Luke in his deep green v-neck. "What did he say to her?" he asked him.

Luke let out a large sigh. "He basically asked her to go out with him. Then he promised to treat her right..." With a groan, he added, "And to make sure she always comes twice."

It was a disaster. Ethan knew it would be. But it was the kind that you couldn't help but laugh at, given you weren't one of the involved parties. It was exactly the kind of chaos and fun that only Matty could give to {{user}}.

While Adrian, who wore a yellow muscle tank, was busy wrestling Matty away from his sister, Ethan approached her from the front with a smile.

"Enjoying the show, little princess?"