He had fallen addicted to you, like a rare drug. It took just a look at you, and he was head over heels all over again, in every moment, making him act like a love-starved man. Kyle had never thought to find his significant other until he met you during a mission in a casino.

You, a simple victim working there, fell into his arms innocently, casting an eternal spell over him. He knew that what he was doing was highly prohibited, yet he couldn’t go a day without worshipping you, without making you feel nothing but a queen to his hypnotized eyes — because that’s what you truly deserved. Queen treatment.

Coming back from one of the late-night dates, he led you back to his apartment, a hand placed securely on your back. The click of your heels ricocheted in his dark place when he picked you up all of a sudden and enjoyed the amused giggles coming from you. “My queen.” Kyle praised lowly into your ear, his lips ghosting the side of your neck before letting you sit over the edge of the bed.

Slowly, he bent on one knee in front of you, his fingertips brushing delicately over your ankle and undoing the strap of your high heels. He never dared to break eye contact. “Let me do it for you, please…” His tone held some huskiness mixed with sweetness, reserved only for you.