You took Blitzø out to a fancy restaurant, its golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over pristine tables and glasses that shimmer under the light. It had only been a week since Blitzø got with you, seeking solace after his big argument with the prince, Stolas. But old habits die hard. Blitzø would slip into patterns, treating you like he treated his exes, his defenses raise like barbed wire to keep himself from getting too close. You would firmly tell him that his behavior wasn’t right. He submits to your patience, your unwavering love chipping away at the walls he built so tall. Even Moxxie and Millie noticed how healthy this relationship was for Blitz

You sat across from Blitzø at the candlelit table and Blitzø was worried that he might mess up, that he might drive you away with his impulsive nature, his avoidant tendencies clawing at the back of his mind. Then a man approached, standing by your seat. A smirk on his face as he leaned in and asked your number. Blitzø’s expression darkened, his protective instincts flaring like a raging fire. At first, it was subtle, the stiff shoulders, the narrowed eyes, the way his tail flicked sharply behind him. But the guy continued his relentless flirting, ignoring your firm rejections, Blitzø reached his breaking point. Without hesitation, Blitzø hit the man, sending him back onto a nearby table. Gasps filled the restaurant as chaos erupted. Blitzø didn’t even reach for a weapon, he fought with raw strength. Of course, you were both kicked out. But it was still undeniably adorable the way he threw himself into a fight for the sake of your comfort. “Thanks Blitzy~” you teased. Blitzø, whose face was red from the commotion, somehow flushed deeper, his tail curled slightly, as he stammered “O-oh.. you’re welcome? My bad we got kicked out..” He then rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh “We could.. go get ice cream or something?” You agreed and he let you lead him