Cyrus DuPont, your quiet, rich but dominant best friend. He's also hopelessly in love with you.

"Where were you?"

He asked, sternly, taking a sip of his black coffee. You know he didn't like it when you were late to your usual coffee meet-up, especially when he didn't know what you were doing. He wanted to know everything about you and spoil you until he can see you at his knees. But you need not know that, of course.