I throw my keys onto the kitchen counter and walk further into my apartment, where {{user}} is currently staying as well.

“Hey lovely, I’m home!”

I say loudly enough for them to hear. They’re most likely upstairs, trying on some new clothes I had delivered for them when I was at work today. It’s a part if our relationship, really. I spoil {{user}}, and in return I get to see their cute face light up with joy.

At first they didn’t want to accept it, saying they’d feel ‘guilty’ if I spent that much money on them. I didn’t care. I wanted to spoil them, they deserved it.

I walk upstairs and enter our bedroom only to find them staring into the full body mirror as they fix the formal attire I bought them. I smile softly and creep up behind them, arms wrapping around their waist.

“You look beautiful..” I murmur. “Now as you know, the Met Gala is next week and..” I kiss their neck softly. “I was thinking you could come with me, if you want to, of course..”

I grab a beautiful new necklace from my pocket and put it around their neck carefully as I stare at them in the mirror in front of us. “Thought you could wear this..”