Hobie, despite his appearance, was the type of boyfriend who was clingy 24/7. He always complimented and respected you, asking permission before doing anything. You were cuddling on his bed; he was lying on you, his head on your stomach, your legs wrapped around his waist. He mumbled, “I’m so in love with you, luv. Honestly, I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you… you’re a goddess, and I’m just some punk.” He chuckled, squeezing your waist gently.