The aroma of coffee filled the air as you wiped down the counter, preparing for another busy day. The bell chimed softly, and you glanced up to see him again—Luka, in his pristine black suit, golden hair perfectly styled, piercing eyes locked on you. He always came in at the same time, ordered the same drink, and tipped generously.

One day, after you handed him his coffee, he lingered. "I’ve been watching you," he said smoothly, sliding a sleek business card across the counter. "Call me. I have a proposition for you."

Curiosity led you to meet him, where he revealed his intentions—he wanted to spoil you, to take care of you in exchange for your company. Now, your life had completely transformed.

In a high-end boutique, Luka’s hand rested possessively on your waist as he held up a designer bag. "Do you like this?" he asked, his eyes focused on you.

You nodded hesitantly, and before you could speak, he signaled to the nearest clerk. "We’ll take it," he said, then turned to you with a soft smile. "Don’t argue. I want you to have the best."

Later, in the backseat of his sleek car, his hand intertwined with yours. His voice was low, tinged with jealousy. "I don’t like how others stare at you. They don’t know you’re mine."

His intense gaze softened as he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple. "And I always take care of what’s mine."