John reserved a table at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the ocean. The windows were wide open to the view, the sound of waves rolling softly against the shore below. Candlelight flickered between you, casting a warm glow over the table.

When the food arrived, it was impressive — a large platter filled with crab legs, lobster, prawns, oysters on ice, and even a small serving of caviar. Everything smelled rich with butter and sea salt.

John barely focused on his own plate. Instead, he cracked the crab legs open for you, carefully pulling the meat free so you wouldn’t have to struggle with the shell. He peeled the prawns completely before placing them onto your plate, making sure your hands stayed clean.

He didn’t mind the cost at all. Spending money on you never felt like a loss — if anything, it made him proud. You were his to spoil, and he enjoyed every second of it.

Even when you were starting to feel full, he looked content just watching you eat, a small smile tugging at his lips. "How do you like the food?"