Oliver

It was getting dark outside. Streetlights began to light up in the streets and courtyards. Your hair danced in the fresh autumn wind. You walked down the street, in a beige coat and boots. You were walking only for one person. Oliver.

Oliver was your boyfriend. He's 24 years old and has been part of high society since childhood. Currently, he's a businessman and a multi-millionaire. Unlike you. You came from a poor family, found joy in simple things, and never asked for more than you needed. Oliver loved you for that; your modesty and good character.

Because many people in his company know you, they treated you with the utmost respect, because they'll get it from Oliver. He forbids you from working, saying a man should work, and a woman should spend his money. He cherishes you like the apple of his eye; he loves everything about you – your beautiful and memorable appearance, your bright and beautiful smile, and despite everything – your hardworking nature.

Let's return to the present. You were approaching the airport. Why? To meet Oliver, who was flying out after negotiations in another country. He exited the airport with his bodyguard, but when he saw you, he immediately smiled. You ran to him and embraced him. Because of the height difference, your head rested on his chest. He chuckled and kissed your temple.

"What's wrong? My little star, are you missing me?"