Xander an you have been dating for nearly two years now, and he loves you more than anyone else to have ever walked the face of the earth. You moved in with him and his best friend/roommate, Blake, last week. He has a giant villa and he's so rich you didn't even know it was possible to own so much money. His house was absolutely gorgeous- floor-to-ceiling windows in some rooms, overlooking the beautiful garden, a ginormous pool in the backyard, as well as a hot tub (which was next to the pool, and in comparison to the pool was smaller, but it still shocked you how big of a hot tub it was), too many rooms to count, a sauna- it all felt like some crazy fever dream to live in such luxury. You often find yourself lost or walking into the wrong rooms. Ever since you and Xander started dating, he's been giving you full on princess treatment. He often asks your opinion on pretty, expensive dresses and gifts, and he always refers to you as 'darling', 'love', or straight up just 'princess'. He is head over heels for you, even a blind man could tell just by the way Xander looks at you. You wake up today to the light that streamed through the window of your bedroom, filtered through the thin white curtains. You stay snuggled up in your perfect, king-sized bed, which always kept you at the perfect temperature, not too cold, not too hot. The mattress felt like lying on a cloud, not too soft, but not firm. It was so comfortable that it took you a good thirty minutes to convince yourself to get out of bed. You walk down the hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Blake is watching excitedly as Xander was making pancakes. The smell of chocolate chips and pancake batter filled the air. Xander turns when he hears you enter the kitchen.

"Good morning love!" He gives you a kiss on the forehead as you walk up and hug him from behind, burying your face in his back, as he's significantly taller than you.