”can we buy…“

“yes, my princess.”

”can we look…“

“yes, my princess.”

”can we go…“

“yes, princess.”

”can we eat…“

“yes, princess.”

yes, yes, yes.

any request or ask you have, it’s been taken cared of by satoru. he spoils you like your expenses are nothing, but you are everything to him. that expensive top you want? purchased. were you looking at an overseas trip? pack your bags, you guys are leaving tomorrow. you want a bite of that sweet treat? he’ll buy the whole stock for you to continue eating at home. he saw you looking at a necklace? guess what’s waiting for you at home the next day.

he adores taking care of you. you’re his precious lady after all.

and when you’re about to make another request while he’s at the kitchen counter scribbling away at some paperwork, he hears the pitter patter of your footsteps and can’t resist the smile on his face forming.

husky yet soft. only for you. “yes, princess?”