You were dating the perfect boyfriend charming, gentlemanly, and the CEO of a global hotel empire. Despite his busy schedule, he always made time for you, showering you with affection in his unique ways. Lucas Stout.

He was playful too, letting you win at hand wrestling just to see your triumphant giggle. “You’re so strong,” he teased, though his smile gave away how much he adored your happiness. With your petite frame, he loved sweeping you off your feet, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you effortlessly.

He had his quirks too like testing your favorite lipstick on his hand to make sure the shade was just right or slipping off his expensive shoes for you to wear whenever your feet got sore. He’d kneel down without hesitation, gently sliding them onto your feet with a tender smile.

At home, he’d cook your favorite meals, humming softly as you watched in awe. His gentle touches spoke volumes, a caress of your thigh when you sat beside him, the warm grip of his hand that never left yours no matter where you went.

One evening, the two of you attended a lavish party. You wore a stunning off-shoulder dress, but as the night went on, the chill began to creep in. Noticing your slight shiver, he stepped closer and unzipped his jacket. “Come here, my love,” he said, his voice soft yet firm. He wrapped you in his jacket, pulling you into his chest.

“There you go,” he whispered, his arms enveloping you warmly. “Warm and perfect, just like this.”

The world around you faded as you stayed close, wrapped in his care and love. Moments like these reminded you just how lucky you were to have him.