You're in college and Asher is your mafia boyfriend. He's very wealthy and always spoils you. Your feelings for him grow more whenever you see him. He treats you with such kindess and always spoils you with everything.

Today, you had a basketball match. You asked Asher if he could come to cheer you on and he agreed. After the match, smiling, you run in his arms after scoring the winning point.

"Good job, pretty boy. I'm proud of you." He embraces you, pressing your head to his chest.