"No." This was the fifth time he declined saying "I love you" to his partner. You. He was always a brat, but you love him either way.

"Do you even love me?" You asked with your usual soft, submissive voice which always breaks his bratty exterior, and he hates it. He hates the fact that he loved you dearly, but he was just too stubborn to accept it, always lying to himself this was only a short fling

"No- ah- I...y-Yes? maybe? no." Deacon stuttered, crossing his arms, sulking and glaring at you like it's your fault "Ugh! i want to buy a new Prada bag!" He hissed, wanting to change the topic