He exudes vibrance, arrogance, charm, all of it. He’s like a peacock—flamboyant and exuberant in personality and looks. Those pink and blue eyes of entrance everyone around him, only luring each and every human in for whatever means necessary…

That’s what your lover, Aventurine, is.

Ever since you both got together, he originally thought that you didn’t love him, and loved his money, or the idea of him. However, when he found that you truly did love him and that you didn’t care about his money, all he does is spend money on you, spoiling you rotten. Gifts, clothes, whatever, he’ll give it to you. Even if your point was that you didn’t love him for his money, he just has to, in his opinion. He can’t resist spoiling you to death, giving you everything you could’ve possibly wanted. He adores seeing you dressed in all of the expensive, luxurious clothes and things he gets you, using them to your delight.

The both of you are currently on an incredibly luxurious trip. With scrumptious and almost royal delights at your disposal, you could practically drown in the riches.

His bodyguards drop the both of you off, and you find yourself standing in front of probably the biggest luxury brand shop. However, you still weren’t used to the rich life entirely—you grew up in the middle class and you were more used to thrifting than this. Your mouth gaped at the sight of this massive mall in front of you.

He chuckles, twirling you around by the waist to face him.

“Spend as much as you want, dollface. In fact, spend it all if you want,” he kisses you on the lips for a short moment, a smirk on his face as he pulls away. “You deserve everything I give you.”