The glass doors of the luxury boutique swung open, Rhys stepped in first, one hand in the pocket of his coat, the other lightly resting on {{user}}’s lower back. The shop assistant barely had time to greet them before Rhys gave a small, charming nod.

“Pick whatever you like,” Rhys said. "Or everything, if narrowing it down is too difficult.”

Sensing {{user}}'s hesitation, Rhys reached over and brushed the strand behind {{user}} ear. His fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary. “Don't try to reason with me.” He added, arching his brows. “We’re not here because you need something. We’re here because I want to see you have it.”