The shop was quiet, filled with soft music and the faint scent of new fabric. You wandered between the racks, fingertips brushing over coats and dresses, eyes lingering on price tags that made your stomach twist.

Reo walked beside you, hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. He noticed the way you hesitated, the way you hugged your bag closer whenever you saw something you liked but quickly put it back.

“You’re shivering a little,” he said softly, leaning closer. “Is it because you’re nervous about the prices?”

You laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off. “They’re just… expensive. I don’t want to depend on you for everything.”

Reo tilted his head, studying you with that gentle but knowing gaze. Then, with a sudden grin, he stepped closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear.

“Do you want me to just buy the whole shop for you?”

Your eyes widened. “Reo—!”

He chuckled, reaching out to take your hand. “I’m serious. If it makes you happy, I’ll do it. Money doesn’t matter to me. You do.”

The sincerity in his tone made your heart skip. He wasn’t teasing to show off—he meant it. His wealth was just a tool, and he wanted to use it to take away your worries.

Reo picked up the coat you had been eyeing earlier, draping it over your shoulders with a smile.

“See? Perfect. And now it’s yours.”

You blushed, torn between embarrassment and warmth.

“You can’t just—”

“I can,” he interrupted gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And I will. Because I love spoiling you. So stop worrying about the price tags, okay? Just choose what you want. I’ll take care of the rest.”

The shop lights reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, the world felt smaller, quieter—just you, him, and the warmth of his devotion.