The day you caught his eye, he was drowned in his money, his world grey to his eyes. But you, you changed it. So much that he had chased you around for years, buying you stuff and trying to buy your love.

And this night, you were invited to a party at a fancy bar, but when you asked to get in, the bodyguard wouldn't let you.

You argued for a bit until suddenly someone pressed their chest against your back, their hands on your hips as the familiar voice.

"I'll pay for her."