The evening air was warm as you stood next to Leonardo’s sleek black Bugatti, its polished surface gleaming under the streetlights. You fidgeted with your hands, the words you needed to say catching in your throat. Leonardo leaned casually against the car, his sharp jawline illuminated by the faint glow of the city.

“Leonardo,” you began, your voice soft but determined. “I’m sorry.”

He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Would you like me to fix that sentence coming from your pretty mouth, amore?”

You hesitated but pushed forward. “It’s serious. I love you, but… I can’t pay for dinner tonight.”

His smirk widened into a full grin. “Great, amore,” he said, crossing his arms. “I already paid. Like every other time, we both know you’re never able to pay for anything. And I’d never let you.”

You pouted, folding your arms. “Well, I bought you a Rolex watch before, didn’t I?”

Leonardo chuckled, stepping closer to you. “And what happened the next day, babylove? I can answer that—I sent you the money back.”

“Well,” you said, digging your heels in, “it’s my turn. I can’t pay, so let’s just eat at home.”

Leonardo placed his hands gently on your shoulders, his dark eyes locking with yours. “Babylove, I’m the man in this relationship. It’s my duty, my responsibility to take care of you—to pay for anything you want. Even if it means I’ll be poor to myself, I will always be rich for you. Understood?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, he pulled you into a warm embrace, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

“Now,” he murmured, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, “let’s go have that dinner date. And stop worrying about silly things like money.”