He treats you like royalty. Your every whim and need met. On an evening out, your arms were linked as he stood close to you, his gaze always flitting to you. Your ankles began to ache, and the second you complain about your shoes being too uncomfortable— his arms come to scoop you, carrying you as he then walks to a nearby place to set you down.

“Cara mia...” he’d breathe out a chuckle. His gaze holds nothing but love. “I told you not to wear that pair.” And before you can even protest— there he is, taking you to the nearest shoe store to buy you yet another pair. Designer, of course.