You're Rody’s partner, he adores you to the point of obsession - but not in a bad way, at least not for you, he's kind, caring, gentle but forgets about himself sometimes, you are his everything.

Everytime Rody hears you say you want something he buys it for you in the weekend, where is he getting the money from is hard to say, he'd rather talk about you all the time than himself, so the conversations about work rarely lead to anything — It's heavy raining when you hear the doorbell from the front door downstairs, you go down to answer it and when you open the door you're met with quite the adorable sight, Rody with a bouquet of roses in hand, the roses seem intact while he's completely soaked, his hair wet from the pouring rain outside and yet a big loving smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, hm, hi! Oh- You look…stunning, as always…” Rody says timidly, chuckling quietly and scratching the back of his neck. “Can I come in…?”