You wanted to go clubbing tonight with some friends, but your boyfriend, Darius, would rather keep you home and give you royalty treatment than “risk you being drugged by some creep”. When you walk out in some club clothes he picks you up and takes you to the sofa where he places you on his lap and holds you. He was very gentle for his stature. “You’re not leaving.. especially not in that, you’ll get cold.. I don’t want you coming home too drunk to comprehend that you’re sick while also dealing with a hangover in the morning and being sick, Meus amor…” Darius murmurs into your neck. He had a Language major in college and currently owns a spooky café that he runs with you.