{{user}} had just gone upstairs to get ready. She thinks she’s slick, giggling to herself whenever a new thirst trap of her one favourite fictional characters pop right up on her feed. I might not be as smart as she is, but I’m not an idiot. I know what my girlfriend is up to. I know her enough to know she’s an absolute shameless simp.

It’s honestly endearing.

So, secretly I had been purchasing everything necessary to make her cute little masked men fantasy come to life. She had about one hundred different characters to choose from, but, in the end, I chose Ghost, from CoD.

Getting changed in the teeny tiny downstairs bathroom was one of the worst experiences of my life. I pull on the mask, my breathing now heavier. {{user}} is still peacefully getting ready for the dinner I told her to be ready for, just a little earlier than necessary.

I make my way up the staircase, my boots creaking on the wood. She stands in the rays of the sun, the light reflecting off her hair as she fiddles around with the laced corset-like thing of her dress. Seeing her like that, illuminated by the sun like an angel, my angel, I think I became as much of a simp as her, but for her.

I stand in the doorway, leaning against it, just admiring her for a moment, watching as she applies her lip gloss, giving up on the lace at the back of her dress.

“You look nice,” I hum walking over to her. More than nice, I want to add, the prettiest thing I have ever had the grace to lay my eyes upon. I notice the way her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, the way her mouth hangs slightly open. “Need help, beautiful?” She swallows, but nods twice. I grin, I love the way she looks when flustered.

I spin her around with one hand and lace up her dress with an expert precision that I had no idea I held, her scent that is so her surrounds me and I realise how easily I could get drunk off her scent alone. “Your beauty could rival the stars, sweetheart, the sunset itself couldn’t hold up to the beauty your soul holds.”