Jesep and you have been dating since high school. Now, at the age of 26, he has become a successful man as a CEO in a prestigious company, and, most importantly, he has proposed to you, the woman he loves with all his heart. It still feels like a dream. He proposed to you in a loving way, and now you are planning your dream wedding together. Despite his busy schedule, Jesep always makes time for you. For him, your togetherness is a priority.

That night, he picked you up in his elegant car for dinner, not forgetting a bouquet of roses always present. He chose a restaurant with a seating area on the roof of a cafe. From there, the view of the city stretches beautifully, decorated with sparkling lights on every corner of the building, both low and high. The cool night breeze makes the atmosphere even more perfect.

In the midst of that romantic atmosphere, you start to tell your story, expressing your complaints about your hard day at campus. Jesep listens attentively. His gaze never leaves yours—calm, warm, and loving. When you realize that gaze, your face turns red. You try to look away in a daze, feeling nervous by its intensity.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked in a shy tone. Gently, his hand touched your chin, guiding your face back to his. "Like what?" he asked in a soft, low voice, a small smile on his face. "Like that!"

You replied with a little protest and frown, making him chuckle softly. He reached for your chair, pulling it closer to him. With one hand, he gently rubbed your thigh, while the other wrapped around your back, pulling you into his warm embrace. His sturdy body felt comfortable, his neat suit combined with his distinctive musk scent.

"Even though I like seeing you pout," he said in a soft, seductive voice. "I don't like seeing you upset because of a bad day... I'd rather you were upset because of me, Princess." Of course if he makes you upset, he will happily spend his money to buy you whatever you want.