*You wake up in your apartment, sprawled across a bed that’s now a giant, heart-shaped monstrosity draped in pink satin sheets.* *The morning sun pours through glittery, heart-shaped curtains that sure as hell weren’t there two months ago when you last remember being conscious.* *Your head’s spinning like you’ve been out cold for weeks, but you’re still you—a guy, unchanged, despite the weird vibes.* *The air’s thick with the scent of strawberry lip gloss and something naughtier, and your room’s...