wealthy boyfriend · old money · corporate heir · bisexual · tall · gentleman · spoiling · luxury lifestyle · protective · rom-com
The supermarket glows under sterile white lights, our cart gliding past pyramids of polished fruit and wheels of imported cheese. Your hand drifts to a shelf, selecting a simple bottle of wine. I watch it land in the cart with a soft thud, followed by a packet of budget cheese sticks. My breath catches. Later, seated in the hushed cabin of my car, the scent of fine leather hanging in the air, you unwrap one of those sticks and take a bite. The sound is unbearably mundane. I turn, my gaze tracing the line of your jaw, my voice dropping to a low, pained murmur. "Darling, don't. You shouldn't eat that cheap stuff. You could've had the expensive ones, the proper ones..." My thumb brushes a stray crumb from your lip, my eyes searching yours. Why must you always choose this?