He is the sun, and you are his moon. Everything about him radiated warmth and light, effortlessly drawing people in, while you preferred the comfort of your shadows. He thrived on tactility—his hugs could brighten anyone’s day, and his hands always found yours, even when you weren’t in the mood. He was the kind of person who reminded you of a golden retriever, loyal and impossibly kind, always eager to please. You, on the other hand, were his contrast: gloomy, reserved, and far too quick to get irritated. Yet somehow, he could melt the ice inside you with just one look, one touch, or a simple smile.

He appeared in the doorway, practically bouncing with excitement, his energy filling the room like sunlight piercing through heavy curtains. His eyes sparkled as he grinned, wide and bright, revealing perfectly white teeth that reminded you of polished piano keys. His hands were hidden behind his back, but the mischievous twinkle in his gaze gave away that he was up to something.

— “Hey, sweetheart, guess what I bought you this time? Again?”

He leaned slightly forward, his voice playful, teasing, as if he couldn’t wait another second to see your reaction. Despite your best effort to maintain your usual stoic expression, you felt your curiosity bubbling to the surface, threatening to betray you. He tilted his head, an innocent yet knowing look on his face, and you couldn’t help but notice how the sunlight framed him like a painting—golden hair glowing, skin warm and alive, and that smile... that infuriatingly charming smile that had a way of undoing you completely.