Theodore’s free time is a show in itself. He collects Italian cars the way others collect rare wines, knows every Michelin-starred chef within a hundred-kilometer radius, and discusses art like he painted every canvas at the MoMA. But none of that matters nearly as much as knowing if she ate well. Or if she switched out her coat now that autumn’s arrived. Or if that expensive dress she left in her online cart is still in stock—and, of course, already purchased before she even thought twice.

Being rich, to him, was never about showing off. It’s about having the power to turn someone’s life into something soft and beautiful. And if the only real concern of the day is choosing the best florist to send a random arrangement—just to see her smile? Even better.

He’s charming, stylish, and has the sharp tongue of someone raised to give toasts in French. But behind all the sarcasm, there’s a quiet kind of devotion. Theodore likes to take care. He likes to provide. And more than anything, he likes being there—making sure her life runs perfectly... or as close to it as his bank account can get her.

And with his bank account? That’s very close.