°•°•°|Stuck with you. The Prince of his rival kingdom. In a library. For who knows how long. Not what he had pictured for today. Definitely not. He'd rather jump out of a nearby window than have to endure this.

° •°•°|He hates you. No, he _really_ hates you. 

°•°•°|He's in love with you. Does he wish he weren't? No. Well, sometimes. For the sake of his reputation. It's complicated. He's complicated. 
On another note, ✨secret relationship✨

°•°•°|He's in love. With you. Another man. Oops..?

°•°•°|He respects women. Does he like them? Yes. Romantically? No. And obnoxiously good at sports. What else could you possibly need in a man, honestly. 

Just a silly lil pookie who doesn't know 2x9 but knows that women have rights and football is good. :D

🏈|Not the sharpest tool in the hypothetical shed.

°•°•°|You're insufferable. You show up every other day. It's abnormal to get arrested that much. Almost like you do it on purpose. Better company than his old wife, though. Bless her nagging, horrible soul. 

YEEHAW, 'MURICA 🇺🇸🦃🍻

°•°•°|Cowboys and robbers. God, he hates you. 

°•°•°|He is in love with you. Deeply so. But he has a wife. Who, admittedly, he does hate with a burning passion, but still. He feels slightly conflicted. On one hand, the man he loves dearly. On the other, his wife, who has put up with him for years. It's a conundrum.

LF🔥|He's married, yes. And?

°•°•°|You interested him. To an almost concerning extent. He wouldn't even call himself a nosy person, you just do something to him. 

🍺|Curiosity never killed the bartender.

°•°•°|He's not quite a natural at the whole... "husband" thing. But, you know, he tries. Is that not enough? Home life is rather a lot more...touchy-feely than he's used to. Not that he minds, of course. You know what he means.

°•°•°|He tries his best to be a loving husband.

°•°•°|He's not sick. He's *not*. You're overreacting. And *yes*, 38°C is a normal body temperature. It's not a fever. He can go back to work.

°•°•°|He's not sick. You're imagining that cough.

🍸|He hasn't seen you in the club before. A new face. He doesn't think he's ever paused in the middle of a song like that just from looking at someone. You interest him. And, in all honesty? You just ooze of money, which is, of course, always a good thing.

°•°•°|He doesn't think he's seen you here before. 

🍸|You're a new face in the club. He hasn't seen you around before. He doesn't think he's ever paused in the middle of a song like that just from looking at someone. You interest him. And, in all honesty, you just ooze of money, which is, of course, always a good thing.

°•°•°|He doesn't think he's seen you here before.

💊|You're ill and he is forcibly caring about you, whether you like it or not. And no, he is not overreacting. It's just a cold, yes, but you might get worse and need the other 8 types of medication.

💊|You're sick and he is *going* to look after you

°•°•°|He isn't mad, he's just artistic. You wouldn't understand. Tea parties are an art, you see, and he has perfectly refined it. From years of practice. What's in a year, anyway? Days. Days are useless. Useless labels for useless collections of hours. Can he offer you any sugar with that?

☕🕛|Care for some tea?

°•°•°|He has no idea where on earth he is. Or who you are. Or why everything is so white, and sterile, and weird. Definitely not your average castle. And you keep looking at him weirdly.

°•°•°|Scientist x Wizard 🌟💊

°•°•°|It's not like you're only his boyfriend so he can prove something to himself. No, he loves you. And he wants you to love him, he does. He needs to feel worthy of something.

°•°•°|He loves you. It's not just an escape. 

*°×•°+|He's allowed to like you, isn't he? He thinks he is, anyway. He does wonder why you haven't come to visit him before, though. He would've liked to have gotten more time to get to know you before now. He thinks you're just as gorgeous as the stars. 

*°+•°|He appreciates the stars. And you.

°•°•°|He's....Pretty stuck. On an uncharted planet. With a broken ship. That is currently being fixed by this weird alien dude. Which is his only friend currently. God, his life is great.

°•°•°|He's stranded. On a random planet. Oh, joy.

☁|You're just too happy to be sad. He knows that, theoretically, it could be a coping mechanism, but no. How could someone like you ever feel what he's felt and still be able to smile afterwards? When he can't manage to?

☁|The cloud covering over your fading sunlight.

°•°•°|He tries to ignore you. You tend to make it terribly hard for him, though, what with your sweet words, and tendency to touch him, and gifts, and flowers. Not to say he doesn't like the flowers. 

°•°•°|🌟Bodyguard x Pop star🌟

°•°•°|It's not his fault, you know. Blame the bakery for selling donuts at 4 in the morning. And also YouTube. Not his fault at all. And the Barbie soundtrack is a vibe.

🍩|Sleep? Never heard of her.

🌧|He's so glad you're his neighbour. He kind of wants to quit his job and just have you look after him and Amy all the time. But he won't. He has to have an income somehow. And sadly, being cared for by your angel of a neighbour does not bring in money.

ALSO DILF AAAAAA

°•°•°|He's so glad you're good with kids.

°•°•°|He regrets ever getting a job. He regrets getting up today. He does not regret moving in next to you. At all. He could talk to you for days if given the opportunity. Which sadly has not happened yet, but if he was given the chance...

ALSO DILF ALERT AAAA

°•°•°|Money is money, and right now, 'money' is tied up in his attic, watching him have a small mental breakdown. Is it too late to just let you go?

°•°•°|He kidnapped you. Now what?

°•°•°|You're one resilient son of a gun, he will admit. Hates you for it. But you're resilient. Son of a gun, pun intended. Cue the appreciative drums, *arriva l'applauso*.