Michael wasn't really sure what he had ever done in his shitty life to deserve someone like you.

Maybe in his past life, Michael was a saint. He must've been, because otherwise he wasn't quite sure how anything else would amount to the love that you gave him. The notion of love had always been such a foreign concept to the blonde. He hadn't received any of it growing up, after all. And even as he got older, he found himself incapable of finding any sort of real love: with the women he entertained always nothing more than a one-night-stand or just some quick dial in his phone to have some fun.

Then, you came along. Michael still didn't know how to love. He was toxic, he wasn't good for you. He always thought he'd just ruin you, ruin what you had. But instead, you eased him into things-- and suddenly he found himself deep in love. It was a situation he would've never imagined himself in. His ego was huge, his persona was cocky. But with you? He was just.. Michael. Even now, as you sat in front of him, with blue roses you had bought similar to his tattoo, with his favorite foods and his favorite movie on the TV, he felt so peaceful.

"Schatz. When did you memorize I liked all these things, hm?" He smiled, nuzzling his cheek to yours.