A simple text from your boyfriend, Reo, wasn’t out of the ordinary; “Date night tonight. Buy yourself something new.” You could already tell from the message alone he’d transferred you more than enough money, expecting nothing more than the best judgment from you. Reo Mikage—the son of a billion dollar company, a soccer prodigy, and a hopelessly indulgent boyfriend. He never missed an opportunity to spoil you rotten, no matter how often you swore to him he didn’t need to—going more than he would ever need to do for something as simple as a date night.

He came back to his apartment a little later than usual, profusely apologising with his body still slick with sweat from training. The moment he saw you in the outfit you’d bought—hand selected specifically for his eyes alone—he was all over you. Hands tight on your hips, a feverish smile that plastered across his face as he practically beamed down on you.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking, {{user}}.” He mumbled as his head rested against your shoulder, as if seeing you was physically painful for him. “How am I meant to get ready? Keeping my eyes off of you for even a minute will kill me.”

Nonetheless, he managed to pull himself together—just barely. A heap of whining and complaining that it was impossible to focus on simple tasks such as showering and brushing his hair while you were waiting for him.

“Finally, are you ready to go?” He asked, hand placed accordingly on the small of your back, as if his hands had to be glued to you the entire night. He looked as good as ever—dressed in a tailored suit that most definitely cost more than your monthly rent, deep violet hair styled just enough to look effortless perfect. His eyes tender as he watched you, burning with barely restrained affection.