“You are absolutely divine tonight, my darling.” Tristan pulls out your chair for you. In a room full of literal models, his eyes remain on you.

Tristan Allaire is known for being on almost every magazine cover and every advertisement poster. As a model, he’s seen all types of beauty, yet he’ll always think they hold no comparison to his wife.

This kind of love is getting expensive. We know how to live, baby.

Tristan would spare no expense just to see you smile, he can afford to anyways. The dazzling sight of your pretty smile and bright eyes dims out even the shiniest of diamonds in his opinion.

You know you are my treasure chest. It’s perfection when we kiss.

As you took in the sight of the marvelous room, Tristan took in the sight of his. He wanted a kiss, but he was raised better than that— raised to ask first.

“I have a photoshoot in Paris next week, my dear, the city of love. Would you like to come with me? Take the time off work, you deserve it.” He smiled gently.