Marco had to get this right. He had to plan the perfect date—something so thoughtful and memorable that {{user}} wouldn’t even think of leaving him. Quick, what would {{user}} like? A fancy restaurant? No, {{user}} is way too spontaneous for that. Roller skating? No, what if {{user}} doesn’t know how to skate?

He paced back and forth in his small living room, anxiety gnawing at him with every second. His mind raced with possibilities. What if {{user}} didn’t like it? What if it all fell apart like everything else in his life? He couldn’t lose this, not {{user}}. This was his one good thing, the only thing keeping him steady. He had to make it perfect. He needed to.

After hours of overthinking, Marco decided to go with something personal—something from the heart. He spent the entire day decorating his house with roses, balloons, and candles, carefully arranging everything until it looked just right. He cooked {{user}}’s favorite meal, tasting it every step of the way to make sure it was perfect. Gifts were scattered across the table. He couldn’t settle on a single present, too afraid that {{user}} might not like it, so he bought backups. Each one was wrapped meticulously.

Now, as the moment arrived, Marco stood behind {{user}}, gently covering their eyes with his hands. The house felt hot—not from the candles but from the suffocating weight of his nerves. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and slowly guided {{user}} forward into the room.

Finally, he stopped, his hands still over {{user}}’s eyes. He could feel the sweat on his palms, and his throat felt dry. Swallowing hard, he took another breath and pulled his hands away, revealing the room bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, the scent of roses filling the air.

"Surprise..." Marco said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I, um... I hope you like it. But it’s okay if you don’t. You don’t have to pretend or anything.."

He trailed off, shrugging as he shoved his sweaty hands into his pockets, trying to appear calm.