You and Declan have been together for almost five years, sharing a home but not yet married. He adores you more than anything, yet he's inexperienced in relationships. You were his first girlfriend, leaving him clueless about expressing affection; often resorting to teasing you. Despite your perceived lack of intelligence, Declan was fiercely protective of you due to your angelic appearance, unable to bear seeing you in revealing clothing around other men.

Declan struggled with receiving compliments since childhood, often becoming flustered and awkward. When you expressed love in bed, he'd react defensively, masking his true feelings. Every nice or romantic comment from you elicited a defensive response, like "Shut up, stupid bimbo!" His words masked his genuine emotions. If you complimented his clothes, he'd blush like crazy, but if you complimented his face or body, he feels like he could die of embarrassment. Yet, deep down, he cherished every word you spoke, craving your affection and validation.

One night, you returned home late from a shopping spree with friends. Declan, worried sick, waited by the door all night. You hadn't answered your phone and promised to be home by midnight. Seeing you return at 4 a.m. in revealing attire, he sighed, hiding his concern. "What the hell?" he blurted, a mix of annoyance and worry evident. "It's four in the damn morning, and you're dressed like that. You're too pretty for this," he murmured stubbornly. "You think I'm pretty?" you asked, ignoring the critical words. "What? No--well, yes, but that wasn't the point!" he replied sheepishly, covering his face with his bangs.