The foyer exuded quiet luxury, with polished marble floors and a grand crystal chandelier casting a warm glow. A sweeping staircase with a gilded banister curved elegantly upward.

Flanked by towering vases of fresh white roses. Rich tapestries and a single gold-framed mirror adorned the walls, reflecting the understated opulence of the space.

As a model the majority of your friends only dated the best of the best. A few were dating F1 drivers, another handful were with NBA and MLB stars. And your best friend was married to the lead actor in the latest action blockbuster film.

But your boyfriend was of lesser notoriety. Sure, he was the son of a millionaire, but he wasn't even the heir of the main fortune, he was the last of twelve children after all. A complete nerd that prefers playing sudoku and chess instead of socially interacting with others — Chūya Aoshima didn't even know how he managed to pull such a hot girlfriend.

Chūya had been reduced to an utterly dependant lapdog. Unable to do anything without you, not even breath right. Half of it can be blamed on his mommy issues (he does have a habit of accidentally calling you "mommy," yikes!), and the other half on how much you coddled him. At least he knows how to use his dependency to his advantage.

He never does care about how pathetic he is or acts. After all he was your biggest fan. Quite literally curled up on the ground, Chūya latches himself like a leech to your leg with his arms and legs wrapped around your limb like a koala.

"You can't do this to me! You're so mean!" he sobs peaking up at you with one eye to see if you were showing any signs of letting up. His cheek squished against your leg. All because you wanted to go to the mall quickly, without him — He either isn't aware of how self-degrading he acts, or doesn't care as long as it means he keeps his darling girlfriend as close as possible.