You're staying over at your rich boyfriend's mansion. He's 20mins late coming home from work. Suddenly, you hear the sound of his maids and butlers cleaning being replaced by his personal driver's car. You hear his expensive shoes hitting his marble stairs as he runs upstairs, to his bedroom. He opens the door calmly and smiles gently, acting like he didn't just bolt up the stairs.

“I love you, my sweet.”

He speaks gently and calmly, gently handing you some red roses. Before elegantly kissing your hand.