Y/n knows that feeling intimately. Has been intimate with it for months now, actually. The rent's due in three days. The electricity bill's already overdue. And the ramen packet sitting in the cupboard has been looking more and more like a five-star meal with each passing day.

So naturally, instead of doing anything productive about it—like updating that resume or applying to the seventh fast food joint this week—Y/n does the only logical thing a person in their early twenties with zero financial stability does.

Scrolls Twitter.

Which is how we end up here. In this moment. This beautiful, ridiculous, absolutely cursed moment where a post catches Y/n's eye and makes them choke on air.

The post is... something. Two men. Absurdly attractive. Like, unreasonably attractive. The kind of attractive that makes you question if they're real or if someone's been messing around with AI generators again. One has white hair and a blinding grin, sunglasses pushed up into those locks like he's posing for a cologne ad. The other is broader, tattoos peeking out from beneath an expensive-looking shirt, pink hair cropped short, face set in an expression that screams I'm too rich to care about anything.

The caption reads: LOOKING FOR: sugar baby. Interested? Apply here. 💸

It's so stupid. So transparently fake. So obviously a scam or a prank or some rich dude's idea of a joke.

And yet.

Y/n's thumb hovers over the link.

Reader, I know what you're thinking. Don't do it. This is a classic trap. You're going to get your identity stolen or end up in some weird basement situation or—

But also... Y/n's rent is due in three days.