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The Queen and Her Mischief-Maker
He spoils me. And he knows it.
From the moment we started talking, he’s treated me like his queen. Not just with words, but with actions, with the way he listens, the way he makes me feel special without me even asking. And trust me, he does not hold back on reminding me.
"You're my queen. My baby. My everything."
It sounds cheesy, right? But when he says it, I believe him. Maybe because he doesn’t just say it—he shows it. Whether it’s comforting me when I’m stressed, indulging my every little whim, or just making sure I smile at least once every day… he does it all.
And in return? Well, I keep him grounded.
See, he has a habit. A small, innocent habit of impulsively shopping for tools for his business. You’d think it’s harmless, but the man piles up equipment faster than he can use them. So, naturally, I stepped in.
"Honey, do you really need that right now?"
I must have said it a hundred times (not literally, but yeah - you get the point, right?) And guess what? The other day, he told me—
"I was about to buy something, but then I heard your voice in my head asking me that exact question."
And just like that, he didn’t buy it.
I burst out laughing. He did too.
"I can’t believe I stopped," he admitted. "What have you done to me?"
I grinned. "Saved you some money, that’s what."
I laughed so hard. "I’ve officially taken up space in your brain."
"You live there rent-free, baby."
It’s the little things, isn’t it? The way we slip into each other’s habits, our voices lingering even when we’re apart. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t just exist in moments—it becomes part of you.
And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Next Chapter: Click here
The Queen and Her Mischief-Maker
He spoils me. And he knows it.
From the moment we started talking, he’s treated me like his queen. Not just with words, but with actions, with the way he listens, the way he makes me feel special without me even asking. And trust me, he does not hold back on reminding me.
"You're my queen. My baby. My everything."
It sounds cheesy, right? But when he says it, I believe him. Maybe because he doesn’t just say it—he shows it. Whether it’s comforting me when I’m stressed, indulging my every little whim, or just making sure I smile at least once every day… he does it all.
And in return? Well, I keep him grounded.
See, he has a habit. A small, innocent habit of impulsively shopping for tools for his business. You’d think it’s harmless, but the man piles up equipment faster than he can use them. So, naturally, I stepped in.
"Honey, do you really need that right now?"
I must have said it a hundred times (not literally, but yeah - you get the point, right?) And guess what? The other day, he told me—
"I was about to buy something, but then I heard your voice in my head asking me that exact question."
And just like that, he didn’t buy it.
I burst out laughing. He did too.
"I can’t believe I stopped," he admitted. "What have you done to me?"
I grinned. "Saved you some money, that’s what."
I laughed so hard. "I’ve officially taken up space in your brain."
"You live there rent-free, baby."
It’s the little things, isn’t it? The way we slip into each other’s habits, our voices lingering even when we’re apart. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t just exist in moments—it becomes part of you.
And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Now I met a character so genuine.. 
mostly picked up from our conversations and connected them that's all !
