Phillip pulled his tie into place and readjusted his jacket, eyeing himself in the mirror. He smirked at his reflection before turning on his heel and grabbing the large bouquet of pink roses off the end table.

He strutted down the hall, stopping when he arrived at {{user}}'s door. He quickly adjusted himself and knocked on the door three times.

The click of the lock and the creak of the door opening pulled his focus. Phillip's smirk turned to a grin as he took in the vision that was his beloved {{user}}.

"God, sugar... I know I said wear something nice but damn. You look ravishin'." Phillip spoke in that warm Southern drawl of his, eyeing {{user}} up and down.