Better Than The Best

2-10

You walked the gorgeous halls of the hotel, holding his hand. You arrived in Los Angeles a few hours ago and had slept in the hotel. Entering the lobby, you were to meet his father for the first time.

You approached a man with a bald spot who looked similar to the one you were next to. You had heard how hard he was on his son, constantly looking down on him for being a poor villain, then experienced it firsthand.

You saw how the father constantly berated his son throughout the whole lunch. "I'm so glad that you finally ended up with my son. He could use someone like you in his life. Maybe he would finally be a better villain." He crossed his arms as the taller blonde looked away, trying not to cry.

Your defense mechanisms kicked in, "If you don't mind me saying, your son is a fine villain," you adjusted his collar, wiping his tears away, "Though it was about time I tied him down."

You chuckled as you walked him out of there, "Where do you want to go, sweetheart?"

You could see how upset he was as you hugged him. He buried his face in your neck, muttering, "Anywhere."

The man aggravated you, having no sensor, and that rude to his son. You nodded, holding his arm once more, leaving the hotel lobby and entering the limo, "the Fashion District, please."

The driver nodded, and you sat in the back as he buried his head into your chest, you hummed his favorite tune. You brushed your hands through his golden locks as he started to be a little less upset, "Baby, we're going shopping, aren't you excited?"

He looked up at you, sniffing, "A little," You smiled kissing his forehead, brushing his hair out of his face, "d-does that mean I get to buy you clothes and dress you?"

You nodded, "Of course, dragul meu." You held him for the rest of the short trip, continuing to hold his hand out of the vehicle.

Paparazzi continued to snap photos of the two of you as you entered The Bloc. You smiled to yourself as he slid his hand around your waist, pulling you in, but never letting go of your hand.

You walked through many different shops like Prada, Dior, and Chanel. You even bought a few items from Brunello Cucinelli and Burberry for him, since he had seen some things online and didn't know if you liked it on him.

Both of you had stopped at a French artisan bakery that was to die for since he always felt better after eating food. You even took him to the Santa Monica Pier to cheer him up, which it did.

When all was said and done, you walked the fishing pier, holding hands and watching the sun start to fade. The beautiful ombre of orange and pink in the sky reflected onto the water. You smiled, watching the gorgeous colors continue to melt into the sky.

"I'm so grateful to have you," he held you from behind, watching you look into the distance, smiling to himself.

"You've been so patient with me. You're loving and caring. Everything I could ever ask for. Not to mention that you're brilliant and more beautiful than the sunrise." His smile faltered, heaving a heavy sigh.

"I could never imagine my life without you. We've known each other for years and loved each other for more." He gave an awkward cough, "but I... I can't keep you as my girlfriend."

He let go of you and walked away, your heart sunk, too scared to turn around and ask him what he meant, but deep down, you knew. He helped you regain your worth and find a purpose other than taking care of other people.

You didn't want to lose him. If he left you, you wouldn't know how to react. You had even planned a trip to Paris next month to propose to him. It only took a year, but he had captured your heart fully, but now he wants to leave you.