It was obvious to anyone how infatuated Satoru was with you. He didn't know why he felt such a magnetic pull around you. Perhaps it was because you stuck by him despite the several different rumors you heard of him. Some being true, but some being downright irreverent. Despite the disdain you constantly felt hearing of these things, you had faith in him and believe his every word.

As terrible as he used to be. He's a changed man. He craved to change for your happiness.

Because you were his sweet princess.

He leaned his back against the door to your large bedroom within his mansion, fit for royalty. He tilted his head down just enough to peek at you through his glasses as two of your maids readied your hair for your date he had planned out weeks beforehand.

Once they were finished, he held a hand up, silently wishing for their departure.

He pushed himself off of the door before making his way over to where you sat at your luxurious vanity, his nimble fingers finding your shoulders.

“You ready for today, princess?”