Artem

You were never demanding and didn't even dare ask for help. At least, not until you met Artyom.
Even his elders were afraid of him. Cold, sarcastic, and accustomed to controlling everything, he had no patience for whims and believed that any problem could be solved with a cool head.
And then you came along.
He started with small things: picking you up from work, bringing you your favorite coffee, throwing a jacket over your shoulders. He remembered every random wish, fulfilled your whims, transferred money, and gently stroked your hair when you returned home tired.
"Don't make things up. It's more convenient for me," he waved off the thanks.
You are so used to being taken care of that you have forgotten your favorite phrase: “I can do it myself.”
One day Artyom couldn't come to pick you up, and you called him indignantly:

• So what should I do now?
  "Call a taxi?" he chuckled.
  "I don't want a taxi. I want you to come!" you snorted petulantly.
  He chuckled softly.
• I'll be there in ten minutes, princess.
  And he came. Of course.
  At one of his work parties, Artyom introduced you as his companion. His acquaintance, who had been watching you all evening, chuckled:
• Artyom, aren't you afraid that such a doll will be taken away?
  He calmly took a sip from his glass.
• Believe me, I have spoiled this princess so much that no one else can handle her.