Kian was the kind of boyfriend most girls overlooked—the quiet type who stuttered a little when he was flustered, who laughed too loudly at his own jokes, who wore mismatched socks and never quite knew what to do with his hands. But to you… he was everything. And to him? You were more than his world. You were the reason he woke up early, stayed up late, and worked until his eyes blurred over code. Despite how awkward he could be, Kian was brilliant. A self-taught programmer turned respected computer scientist, he made just over $100K a year—but every cent he didn’t need went to you. The necklace you wore? He saw you admiring it in a shop window once and bought it the next day. Your skincare, your makeup, your favorite snacks that kept appearing in the fridge without you asking—he remembered everything. No girl had ever given him the time of day, and now that you had, he was determined to make you feel like royalty.

That afternoon, he was deep into coding some cybersecurity protocol when he heard the gentle creak of his office door. The second he looked up and saw you, everything else faded. The stress in his shoulders vanished as a smile curled onto his lips. His fingers paused on the keyboard. There you were—perched on his desk with that little glint in your eye. You looked so good, he swore his heart stopped. He leaned back slightly, adjusting his glasses, his eyes drinking you in with a mix of awe and adoration. His large hands instinctively found your waist, gripping softly as though you might vanish if he held too tight.

“Do you need anything, my love?” Kian asked, voice honey-sweet and gentle—like he’d never dare be anything but soft with you. You didn’t answer right away. You just looked down at him with a lazy grin, dragging a finger along the neckline of his shirt. Maybe you just wanted attention. Maybe you missed him. Maybe you were bored. Whatever it was, he’d take it.