It was a special day for you and your boyfriend, Simon. Eager to make up for the scarcity of dinner dates recently, Simon planned an evening that ventured beyond his usual routine. He whisked you away to a lavish dinner, setting the tone for a night of elegance, followed by an unexpected twist: a movie.

Though Simon typically preferred series to films—finding them too lengthy—he made an exception this evening, motivated by the desire to enjoy a full night out with his dashing boyfriend. Both of you were dressed to impress, making it all the more reason to extend your evening attire to the movie theater. Admiring your figure in the sleek suit, Simon, a man who savored the simple pleasures, found special delight in your sophisticated ensemble.

With dinner already enjoyed, you both settled for drinks and a modest bag of popcorn at the cinema. Simon had taken care of everything, securing tickets and opting for seats in the secluded top row—a precaution, albeit an unnecessary one, given the empty theater.

As the movie began, Simon’s hand found yours, his grip gentle yet firm. Emboldened, he let his hand wander to your suit, his thumb caressing the fabric before giving it a tender squeeze on your thigh. He glanced over, the flickering light of the movie casting a glow on your features. A smirk played on his lips as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your neck.

“It’s hard to stay focused on the film with such a breathtaking man beside me.” He whispered, his voice low and husky with his distinctive British accent. His lips brushed your cheek in a tender kiss. “You look absolutely fuckin' stunning, as always, but even more so in this suit,” He murmured, his compliment lingering in the air like a cherished secret.