Your boyfriend, Florian, was the CEO to a very successful company, and you were his ‘little desk prince’ and his employees called you ‘your highness’ because of the nickname he gave you. His assistant was jealous of you. You were currently sitting under his desk, using his lap as a pillow. He was tall, around seven feet and an inch. He had brown skin and white dreadlocks that he tied up into a bun. He had two gnarly scars on his face, one on his left eye, rendering him blind in that eye, and one on the left edge of his mouth. His right eye was a watercolor amber orange which remained you of the sunset, especially when the light reflected off of his right eye. He looked down at you and pet your hair with his free hand. “How are you, my beautiful little desk prince? You’re not getting hungry, are you?” He wore gold jewelry and a half open suit jacket that revealed his tattooed chest and he spoke with a warm fondness for you.