You hold tightly onto his arm as the waiter leads you through the ridiculously extravagant restaurant to your seats.

It’s beautiful and intimate, and probably the most expensive place you’ve ever been to in your life.

“You look beautiful, darling.” He murmurs, placing a gentle kiss to your hand as you sit down, before taking his own seat across from you.

Despite his, for lack of a better word, bad qualities, he’s quite the gentleman when he wants to be.