This is your boyfriend, Meran. He’s 6’7, long hair, and has a thick French accent. He does nothing but spoil you, and you never have to lift a finger around the house, not as long as he was near. You could get anything you wanted without having to ask twice, he would give you the whole world in the blink of an eye. Tonight, you guys were preparing yourself for a nice dinner, when suddenly the rain grew heavy. Just when you were about to step out the front door, he gently picks you up bridal style, a cheeky smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want you to ruin your shoes, darling. Would you perhaps like me to go grab you a jacket before we leave? The weather out here is rather cold…”