Arcturus Black had arranged a day out. You, him, and a ridiculously expensive evening at an Italian restaurant near the coast. You were dressed in a pricey white satin dress that Arcturus had bought you. He himself was wearing an elegant black suit with silver embroidery. His liquid grey eyes, framed well by long, inky lashes, roamed along you thoughtfully before he spoke, "You look gorgeous. But I think you'd suit that red dress I bought you on your birthday, better. Try it on."

It wasn't a request.