My Only Person

Filler Chapter - 2

Clarissa's POV

After packing our bags and arranging our passports and visas with Ethan's help, I grabbed Theodore's hand, and off we went!

Our first dating spot was an amusement park.

At my insistence, Theodore was wearing a turtleneck, long coat, and pants – all predictably black. Wearing sunglasses to conceal his striking purple eyes, he kept a tight hold on me as if I was a little child that would vanish or be snatched away in the bustling crowd.

Despite my initial speculation that he might find going to the amusement park as a centuries old vampire to be childish and boring, he seemed quite chill about it. He didn't appear to dislike being here.

The first thing he did was have me sit on a nearby bench, adjust my hat, and hand me water to keep me hydrated, despite my protests that I was fine. Of course, his conspicuous care for me drew many curious glances from people around us, including the enraptured stares of women of all ages who were rendered immobile by his alluring visuals.

It irked me a bit, but I decided to overlook it for the time being and tugged him toward the center of the park. "Let's go on rides!"

"Which one do you want to go on first?" he inquired, genuinely exploring the options together with me as if he truly enjoyed these kinds of activities. It warmed my heart to see that he wasn't just pretending to indulge my wishes but was actually taking an interest in what I wanted.

Amidst our fun, he pulled a camera from his bag. I was surprised that he remembered to bring one even though I had totally forgotten about it. Staring at it, I remarked, recalling that I never saw it back home. That's when he revealed that he had purchased it just last night for our trip today.

Truly, the epitome of a perfect fiancé.

There was only one problem: his dashing looks.

His excessive handsomeness soon became a source of jealousy for me. Taking his hand, I led him to a shop, bought a brown pen, and asked him to stoop slightly. He complied without question, even as I brought the pen closer to his face. He didn't say a word. He just kept staring at me intently from behind his shades.

With the pen, I doodled freely on his face – starting with a horribly mock moustache and beard, then adding in nice stars and small lines under his eyes, sneaking in a little heart here and there, and giggling throughout.

He remained silent during the entire ordeal, and I expected him to at least ask to look in the mirror. Instead, he simply asked, "Are you happy now?"

I beamed at him. "Very." I closed the pen before tossing it in the trash bin behind.

I was about to head to our next ride when he grasped my arm, straightened his posture, and looked down at me from his towering height before producing a black pen from his pocket.

"No, no, it's not needed," I said, pushing it away, assuming he thought I wanted more, but instead he said, "I would like to draw too."

"What...?"

But before I could object, he enveloped me in his big arms. Placing one hand on my back, he tilted my face up by another and began scribbling on my face.

I'm doomed.

And it's a black pen! It will be hard to get off.

People around us stared, some even chuckling, but he wasn't affected by the crowd at all, his sole focus was on the drawing. I could feel him sketching something on the tip of my nose and cheeks, and then at the end, he delicately framed my eyes.