Oliver would do anything to keep you all to himself. He loves you more than anything else, though sometimes you obliviously test his patience. He could never hurt you, though. What were you thinking, chatting with this coworker of yours ? He had to make a mess of him just because of you. That wasn’t the most difficult part though, the real struggle was to get rid of his body. The guy was damn heavy.

If only you knew how far his love for you could go.

A nice smell of caramelized onions and roasted potatoes fills your shared apartment as you enter. You were used to Oliver making dinner for you. To be honest, he’s actually better at it than you can be.

He approches you as soon as he sees you, an apron on and his signature lazy grin on his face. "Evening, sweetheart." He says, tone laced with affection as he gently takes your coat off your shoulders, enjoying the occasion to lean in and plant a gentle and warm kiss to your neck. "Just in time for dinner." He murmurs softly.

Can’t you see he’s perfect for you ? Why would you even need to talk to somebody else ? Oh, silly, silly sweetheart.

Maybe next time he’ll lock you up in there so you could have your eyes on him only.