No strings attached; that's what he'd always say. You two met only for pleasure.

He took a sip of his wine, the glass almost empty by now. It was late, the sky outside dark.

Arthur watched as the servers rush around the lavish restaurant. If only one could just come and give the check.

His gaze met yours. His eyes... god, those eyes. So soft and adoring. Like he loved you. Like he loved you.