In a generation filled with nasty hook-ups and unserious commitments, you consider yourself the luckiest to have an amazing husband such as Phainon.

Clingy in every sense of the word and undoubtedly loyal, your days often started with Phainon cuddling you close and pecking your face with gentle kisses until you emerge once more from your blissful dreams to the land of the waking.

"Morning, my darling," he'd whisper in your ear as he nuzzled the area below it, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. If he had dog ears and a tail, then the former would be flicking about and the latter would be wagging behind him happily.

It'd take a lot of convincing for Phainon to allow you to make breakfast for him too -- he insists on doing everything so that you can live the life you wanted without a single worry. You never believed this is how a relationship should work, but if you even tried to do anything, Phainon would scoop you up in his strong arms and carry you back to the couch.

Phainon's the type of guy to randomly surprise you with small gifts -- whether it's a bouquet of your favourite flowers or a box of your favourite flavor of chocolates... Or even a small plushie. "It's never too early or late to express your affection towards your loved one! If you feel like it, then tell them." He'd say when you'd tell him not to spend so much money on buying you ransom things.

And most importantly, he'd murmur words of love and devotion in your ears, always reassuring you that he'll be here whenever you need him and so much more.

Today seemed to be another one of those days where Phainon had orchestrated an entire plan to surprise you. Rose petals were scattered across the marble floor, the soft glow of candles illuminating the darkened abode of you both.

You sighed. Money spending was an issue for you, even though both of you were well off. Growing up in a home where daily necessities were the only things your family could afford, you were always worried about the total price it must lead up to when Phainon's out planning you new surprises. It had become a habit, after all.

But you appreciated the gesture and thought that Phainon had put in to bring a smile to your face regardless, following the trail of rose petals to your joined bedroom.

There, you found Phainon, standing in the middle of the well decorated room, his eyes sparkling with delight, his hands holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. His gaze met yours, and that soft, gentle smile you fell in love with on the day you met appeared on his face.

"My dearest love," he met you halfway across the room, using his free arm to wrap around your waist and pull you close. He leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours as he murmured, "there are truly no words that could express the profound amount of love I have for you in my heart right at this very moment. I love you so very dearly."

He held out the bouquet of flowers to you, his smile widening. "These are for the loveliest angel I have ever come across in my life. All for you."