When they got back to the house, Conrad dropped the shopping bags onto the couch, rubbing his temples like he had a headache.
Eurydice, on the other hand, practically skipped to the living room, thrilled with her purchases.
“Alright, Montague,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Time to put our investments to good use.”
Conrad gave her a blank stare. “Those were your investments.”
Eurydice ignored him.
She grabbed the bag with the pajamas, holding up his set—the I’m Taken shirt.
Conrad exhaled slowly. “Absolutely not.”
“Yes, absolutely yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“This is childish.”
Eurydice smirked. “And yet, here we are.”
Conrad gave her a long, tired look.
Then, to her surprise, he took the bag and walked toward his room.
Eurydice blinked. “Wait. Are you actually—?”
“If I don’t do this, you’ll keep bothering me.”
“…Correct.”
Conrad sighed. “Five minutes.”
Eurydice grinned. “That’s all I need.”
 
A few minutes later, Conrad stepped out of his room wearing the pajamas.
Eurydice immediately burst into laughter.
“Oh. My. God.”
Conrad stood stiffly, clearly hating everything.
“I hope you’re happy,” he muttered.
Eurydice whipped out her phone. “Oh, I am. Now, let’s take a picture.”
Conrad frowned. “No.”
Eurydice pouted. “Come on, Montague. It’s for proof.”
“Proof of what?”
“That you’re whipped.”
Conrad gritted his teeth. “I regret every decision that led me here.”
But after a long pause, he exhaled sharply and sat down next to her.
“One photo,” he said, voice flat.
Eurydice beamed. “That’s all I need.”
She leaned in, holding up the phone, grinning wide while Conrad stared at the camera with the blankest expression ever.
She snapped the photo.
Then—just to annoy him further—she turned and kissed his cheek right before the second photo clicked.
Conrad froze.
Eurydice grinned at his expression.
“Ohhh, that one’s going to the PR team.”
Conrad exhaled sharply. “I should’ve left you at the mall.”
 
The next morning, Conrad walked into the kitchen, still half-asleep.
He reached for a coffee mug—only to realize his usual one was gone.
Instead, sitting right at the front of the cabinet, was the mug Eurydice chose for him.
"Professional Overthinker."
Conrad stared at it.
Then stared harder.
Then sighed.
Eurydice—who was sitting at the table, already sipping from her "Chaos Gremlin" mug—smirked.
“Go on,” she said, waving a hand. “It’s your mug now.”
Conrad gave her a blank stare. “Where’s my old one?”
“Hidden.”
“…Where?”
Eurydice grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Conrad exhaled slowly, already done with the day.
Still, after a long moment, he reluctantly picked up the mug and poured himself coffee.
Eurydice watched him take a sip.
Then she snickered. “You’re so far gone, Montague.”
Conrad ignored her.
But after a few minutes, he realized something.
He… kind of liked the mug.
…Damn it.
 
Later that day, Eurydice was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
She turned—and nearly died laughing.
Because Conrad?
Was wearing the matching couple slippers.
Not the subtle, black-and-white ones.
No.
The horrendous neon-pink-and-blue ones.
"If Lost, Return to Fiancée."
Eurydice grinned. “You’re wearing them?”
Conrad gave her a tired look. “They were in front of my door.”
“Oh. Yeah. I did that.”
“…Of course you did.”
Eurydice giggled. “I didn’t think you’d actually put them on.”
Conrad sighed, shaking his head. “At this point, I’ve given up.”
Eurydice laughed harder. “That’s growth.”
That evening, Conrad was reviewing documents in his office when Eurydice plopped onto the couch next to him.
She held up a small bag.
Conrad barely looked up. “What now?”
Eurydice grinned. “Time to choose our matching phone cases.”
Conrad paused.
Right.
The phone.
The phone he bought just so they could have matching cases.
He had repressed that memory.
Eurydice pulled out two options.
One was minimalist and elegant, with just their initials engraved in gold.
The other? Cartoon cats holding hands, with tiny hearts.
Eurydice held them up. “Which one?”
Conrad gave her a flat stare. “Do I have a choice?”
“Not really.”
“…Fine.” He grabbed the initials one.
Eurydice pouted. “Boring.”
“You expected me to choose the cartoon cats?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Eurydice snickered. “One day, Montague. One day you’ll be bold.”
Conrad ignored her, switching his phone case without a word.
But as he did, he realized something.
He had bought a whole new phone for this.
Not for a business decision.
Not because of logic.
But because she had made him do it.
…And he didn’t even regret it.
Oh no.
By the end of the night, Conrad was fully outfitted in every ridiculous couple item Eurydice had forced upon him.
Matching pajamas?
His and Hers mugs?
Embarrassing slippers?
Couple rings?
Matching phone cases?
Eurydice leaned back against the couch, arms crossed, looking way too satisfied.
Conrad, who was sitting beside her, holding a mug he never wanted, sighed.
“I hate this.”
Eurydice beamed. “Do you, though?”
Conrad paused.
Because truthfully?
He wasn’t sure anymore.