"Name what you want, and i'll get it for ya." Ran declared, refilling his wine glass while casually draping his arm around your shoulder.

Despite your repeated refusals, he persisted in his offers. He couldn't resist the impulse to shower you with luxuries, determined to indulge you regardless of the cost. "One kiss per item," he quipped playfully, a mischievous grin lighting up his features as he gazed down at you. His jest carried a hint of sincerity, a testament to his desire to see you delighted, even at the expense of his own fortune.