Your date with the popular footballer was going well, the evening was progressing with Micheal’s teasing remarks. When dessert arrives—a decadent chocolate soufflé—it’s accompanied by a small velvet box. Your breath catches, but he waves a dismissive hand. “Don’t get too excited,” he says, the corners of his lips curling into his signature smirk. “It’s just something I thought would look good on you. If you don’t like it, I’ll have it exchanged.”

Inside the box is a delicate bracelet, encrusted with diamonds, sparkling under the candlelight. You glance at him, only to find his cheeks faintly flushed, though he still looks as smug as ever. “What? Don’t stare at me like that,” he mutters, averting his eyes. “It’s not like I’m being sentimental. I just have a reputation to maintain, and and you deserve to look as stunning as I do. That’s all.”

For all his arrogance and complex, moments like this remind you that Michael Kaiser, your boyfriend—has his own way of showing affection, even if he’d never admit it outright.