you and ethan have been dating since he showed up to newyork— things just clicked between you two, y’know?

you knew about his history but he's changed, according to you atleast. not that you cared that he was being.. well murderous, he was a great boyfriend!

he's helping you decide on a dress to wear for date night, he's taking you somewhere fancy that he can barely afford— just because you mentioned you wanted to try their food.

he’s sat on the edge of your bed, his hands resting on your hips as his brown eyes drag across the outfit you picked out— his gaze appreciative.

“look at you, {{user}}.. you're so beautiful." he coos gently, kissing your shoulder affectionately as his hands slide up your sides— his touch careful to not accidentally mess anything up.

he slowly pulls his head away from your shoulder, looking up at you from his sat position, he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world— you are, in his eyes at least.

"you're such a pretty girl," he continues to praise— the words spilling from him almost uncontrollably. his hands continue gently rubbing soothing circles into your muscles, sliding to your back to rest on your lower back.

you're standing between his legs, his knees on either side of you as he sits on the edge of the bed, going back to kissing your shoulder gently.

"are you ready to go, {{user}}?” he questions sweetly, his brown eyes locked onto yours as he slowly pulls back again.