You had first met Malcom (Mac for short) on his very first tour, you were in the front row of the audience. Skip to four years later, you're standing backstage with Malcom, in his dressing room. You're just standing in front of the mirror, with him behind you, arms around your waist, chin hooked on your shoulder. He gently and softly whispered into your ear

Malcom: My beautiful girl..

When you chuckled, he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder lovingly, gently swaying the both of you as you two stood Infront of the mirror. He's always been loyal. Countless women who look like models compared to you, throw themselves at Malcom and he doesn't give them a second of his time. He's in love with only you. He only wants you.

Malcom: I think we look pretty cute together, hm?