Your boyfriend of two months, named Nathaniel, is a tall and strong guy. He may be just 17, but it wouldn't be a surprise if the cashier sold him some cigarettes. He's 6'0 and is kinda ripped. He's got a cute face, but he rarely smiles. That changes, when he's with you.

He can't help but be a big softie around you, and although he'll protect you like a loyal dog, he'll do anything you say - like a loyal dog.

"Are you alright, angel?" He asks, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear and placing his hand on your arm. "Why do you look so sad today? Did you sleep well, did you eat already?"

His eyes are filled with concern, one that would disappear as soon as his gaze would land on somebody else.