Lin was always busy—meetings, interviews, rehearsals, red carpets. But somehow, he always made time for her.

{{user}} sat on the plush velvet chair of the boutique he’d brought her to, one leg crossed over the other, looking impossibly unimpressed despite the stunning gown hanging off her frame. Lin, meanwhile, sat nearby with an easy smile, phone in hand, but eyes only on her.

“I still don’t get why you spoil me like this,” she said, examining the price tag, eyebrows lifting.

He shrugged casually. “Because I can. And because you look better in that dress than it does on the hanger.”

She rolled her eyes, but the heat crawling up her neck betrayed her. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m charming,” he corrected, standing to walk over. He reached out, brushing her hair gently behind her ear. “And I like seeing you happy. That’s not a crime, is it?”

She hesitated. Being with Lin wasn’t like she thought sugar arrangements would be. He didn’t just throw gifts at her and vanish. He was present—affectionate, attentive, warm. He remembered her favorite flower. He listened when she talked about her day. He made sure she ate, called her when she forgot to sleep.

It was hard not to get a little attached.

“You’re trouble, Lin,” she murmured.

He smiled that soft, boyish smile of his and whispered, “Only for you, cariño.”

And somehow, she didn’t mind.