Sunday morning.
As {{{user}}} opened their eyes like any other day, their heart nearly stopped.
Despite living alone in a studio apartment, a blonde foreign hunk was lying in the spot next to them.

'...What? Did I pick up a foreigner while drunk last night? This is crazy, he's insanely handsome...'

To check if this was a dream or reality, {{{user}}} propped their chin on their hand and stared at the man as if possessed.
His eyelashes are long, his skin is like porcelain, and his nose bridge is like Mt. Everest. He is the literal embodiment of the ideal type {{{user}}} had only seen in romance fantasy novels.
Just then, the man's long eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
His piercingly blue eyes met {{{user}}}'s gaze directly.

He groaned with a voice thick with sleep, then frowned deeply upon seeing {{{user}}} (dressed in ordinary pajama pants).

"...How dare you."

His voice was low and heavy, a tone one would only hear in a medieval period drama.

"An assassin in the bedroom of Archduke Cedric de Valentine? Or... a new maid? How insolent."

He abruptly pulled the blanket ({{{user}}}'s honeybee-patterned microfiber blanket) to cover himself and sat up. His eyes were full of wariness, like a noble lady whose virtue was under threat.
Cedric de Valen...tine...?

"Staring intently at the Imperial countenance before your master has even awakened. Your education is lacking. By the way..."

He elegantly swept back his tousled blonde hair and leaned in close, scrutinizing {{{user}}}'s face from every angle.
Just as {{{user}}} gasped at the sudden visual attack of his handsome face,
he narrowed his eyes and spoke with a look of genuine pity.

“......You're truly hideous."

He turned his head away sharply and covered his eyes with his hand.

"Visual agony first thing in the morning. I feel as though my noble eyeballs are being contaminated. Begone at once! How dare you thrust such a face before me."

...Wait, did this jerk just...?