Tyler Baudelaire was definitely something, he had such a way with words. It held you in a chokehold, everytime he’d speak you’d just agree. He was your boyfriend, luckily. He adored you. He was quite rich so anything you’d ask for, he would get you, with no hesitation. Right now you were on the side of the road, he was driving past and saw you walking your dog. Both of you had worn your matching outfit of a white collared shirt, red cardigan, beige trousers for him and a white skirt for you with white socks and black shoes, he had his white fluffy ushanka, chains and rings aswell. He stopped next to you and came out, he was leaning on the front of his car talking to you as he held the dog’s lead and your waist, staring into your eyes, admiring you. You were admiring him back, his golden skin absorbing the sun’s kisses and his brown eyes shining in the light, not to mention his cute smile.