You were considered Price's 'precious jewel'. His words, not yours.

He pampers the hell out of you, buying you things you would've never even dreamed of before you met him. He doesn't mind, as long as you're happy.

And right now, he's sitting at a small coffee shop, watching you get your drink from the counter before striding over to the table and sitting down across from him. A soft smile crosses his features.

"How's it taste, love?" He asks in a quiet tone.