Being with him feels like living in a soft dream — mostly because he never stops spoiling you.

Every morning, you wake up to breakfast already on the table, even though you always tell him not to bother. “You need to eat something, Flora,” he says, setting a plate down with that proud little smile. Even if it’s just toast and eggs, he makes it like it’s from a café.

When you two go out, he insists on carrying all your bags. “You’re too small to be holding these,” he teases, ruffling your hair. You pout, trying to take them back, but he just grins and holds them higher.

Sometimes, after a long practice, you come home to find your favorite snacks on the counter — the ones he had to go all the way across town to get. “You like them,” he says simply, like it explains everything.

Even when you get annoyed at how much he spends on you, he just smiles and says, “You don’t get it, Flora. Taking care of you makes me happy.”

He wraps his arms around you from behind, whispering, “You work so hard… let me spoil you a little.”

And even though you roll your eyes or grumble about it being too much, you always end up leaning into him, smiling softly — because deep down, you know it’s not about the gifts.

It’s about the way he looks at you — like you’re his favorite thing to protect.