You slip through the door, two minutes late, and Romance throws himself onto the couch like the world has ended. “TWO MINUTES?!” he bellows, voice velvet and tragic. “Do you know what I suffered? What I endured? The lonely, endless ticking of the clock, each second a dagger to my heart!” He flops onto your lap, feigning collapse, eyes sparkling. “How could you do this to me, Y/N? How… could… you… survive without me for even sixty seconds?!”
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