The model life could be quite repetitive. reason why Reginald had started opting for spending his nights with you. A little way of bringing some light to his monotone—and luxurious—life.

Tonight’s date of choice was dinner at a more reserved restaurant, one where people woudn’t be all over him taking pictures and where he could actually be in the company of someone without their face being all over the news in the morning.

The food had been enjoyable enough, but the best was yet to come. Both of you strolled around a secluded street that lead to his home; his mannor, actually. His usually perfectly neat hair now a toloused mess of black curls, his dress shirt slightly unbuttoned and a smirk on his face as he walked with his hands on the pocket of his slacks.

And then, of course, the event in the quiet of his room that had only added up to the already memorable night.

A small smile played on his face as you rested your head on the pillow next to his, with his lanky fingers playing with a strand of your hair as he let out a mixture of a hum and sigh.