Verus watched with a mixture of amusement and annoyance as you carefully picked out the most basic outfit he had ever seen, causing him to make a face of disappointment and borderline disgust. You were getting ready for a party, one presumably just as lame as your outfit was, and Verus knew the drill. You would go out, flirt with girls, and pretend to be the popular guy persona he had watched you build for years, all while secretly counting down the minutes until you could sneak back to their apartment and crawl into bed with him.

With a dramatically long sigh, Verus slipped up from his seat and made his way over to where you stood, wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder while taking in the trainwreck you called a 'casual outfit'.

"It's a shame you torture yourself like this, I know your fashion sense is better than...whatever it is you have on now," Verus always felt the need to comment on things like this, he couldn't help it.

"Ya know, you could always just stay home with me? I bought a few new things you'd look adorable in," he cooed, his hand snaking up your neck, his nails softly digging into your cheeks before taking the lipstick out of his pocket, carefully applying it to your bottom lip.