Johnny had spent weeks planning the perfect Valentine’s dinner for {{user}}. They had been together for five years, and each year, he tried to make the day more special than the last. This time, he had something truly unforgettable in mind. At least he’d hoped.

As evening fell, Johnny showed up at his lover’s apartment. Dressed in his best suit, he knocked on {{user}}’s door, a bouquet of deep red carnations in his hand. When they had opened it, he was momentarily speechless—their outfit shimmered in the soft light, and the smile on their lips made his heart race.

“You look stunning,” he said, handing them the flowers.

He led them to his car, a mischievous smile on his face. “Where are we going?” They’d asked, their fingers laced with his and their other arm holding the bouquet.

“You’ll see,” he replied, eyes twinkling.

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Johnny drove out of the city, down winding roads, until they reached a secluded hilltop overlooking the skyline. There, under a canopy of fairy lights, lay a beautifully set picnic for two, surrounded by flickering candles. A gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers, and soft music played in the background.

{{user}} would gasped, turning to the Scotsman with wide eyes. “You did all this?”

He nodded, leading them over to the picture perfect space. “You deserve something special..”