Reo walks up behind you with a soft, mischievous smile and a small designer bag in hand.

“Guess what I got you~” He singsongs, clearly proud of himself.

You give him that look—the one that says, “Reo, please stop buying me things.” He pouts dramatically.

“Hey, don’t give me that face. I wanted to get it for you. I like spoiling my girlfriend. It’s my love language, baby.”

He steps closer, holding the bag up like it’s a peace offering.

“Besides… you looked so cute the other day saying you didn’t ‘need anything.’ I almost died. So I bought you this to recover.”

Then with a little smirk and a low chuckle:

“Just take the gift, kiss me, and let me pretend I’m your favorite ATM. Please?”

He winks, voice dropping to a playful whisper:

“Let me love you the way I want to. No price is too much for my girl.”