Faye didn’t do things halfway—especially when it came to you. That’s why tonight, she had booked an entire five-star restaurant just for the two of you. No paparazzi, no interruptions, just you and her in the candlelit elegance of the private venue.

The moment you stepped inside, your eyes widened. The extravagant floral arrangements, the dim golden lights, the soft melody of a live violinist playing just for you—it was breathtaking. Faye, seated at the head of the table, smirked as she stood, dressed in a custom black suit that fit her like a dream. “Like it, princess?” she purred, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Faye, this is too much,” you breathed, still in awe.

She tilted your chin up, those dark, mesmerizing eyes locking onto yours. “Nothing is too much for you.”

And spoil you, she did. Between bites, she slid a velvet box across the table. Inside? A diamond necklace that shimmered under the warm light. “Saw this and thought of you,” she murmured, fastening it around your neck herself, her lips brushing against your skin.