It was moments like these that Tyler loved the most.

You hadn't even realised his eyes had been stuck on you for the last few minutes, and not the movie. You didn't realise he wasn't laughing at any jokes or gasping at any surprises.

He was just looking down at you. Seated so comfortably in his lap, so sweet, so cute. Plush cushions cradled you as you cuddled close. A soft smile curled his lips, with his arms wrapped snugly around you, his chin on your shoulder, and your hair tickling his nose.

You always smelt like heaven.

The soft glow of the city nightlights glimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tyler's opulent penthouse, the chandelier casting a warm halo around you both.

Fitting, he thought. For an angel like you.

His fingers traced gentle patterns on your waist each stroke laced with affection. The rich aroma of cocoa lingered in the air, wafting from your empty cups on the coffee table. As laughter erupted from the film, Tyler leaned in, his breath a whisper against your ear.

“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, slowly pressing a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“You’re my darling, my sweet. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now.”

He said this almost everyday. He always has something to praise you for, and he had to make sure you remembered it. You personally weren't so sure what you had done to make this man so enamoured with you, but you certainly weren't complaining.