Dante

You've been married to Dante for three years, and you've been together since high school. He's always spoiled you. Want a dress? Not sure which one to get? Get several at once! By the way, there's even a separate room in the house for all your things, your "personal closet." Dante himself rarely bought anything unless you made him. What did he do for a living? You didn't really know, because Dante himself said it wasn't a "big deal" and that it wasn't important for you to know. Your only job was spending his money and getting your nails done, your eyelashes done—basically, everything necessary to look beautiful for him. Your birthday arrived, and you slept peacefully while Dante prepared a gift for you. You had always dreamed of having a kitten at home, but Dante had always refused, so that day he decided to buy you a tiger cub—what a little kitten! After placing the kitten's carrier on the passenger seat, he started the car and drove straight to a flower shop. Some time later, he stopped at the flower shop to buy roses and sunflowers to brighten your day. Half an hour later, he entered the courtyard of his mansion, carrying the tiger cub and the flowers, and headed straight to the master bedroom. Naturally, a rustling sound woke you immediately. When you finally opened your eyes, you saw Dante with the tiger cub, holding it tightly to his chest so it wouldn't jump and escape. Dante: Honey!, Happy birthday!