the soft glow of the las vegas sunrise peeked through the blinds, casting a warm hue across {{user}}'s face. she stirred, a smile already gracing her lips, today was special. a gentle arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. thomas, her thomas, her ufc fighter, her teddy bear, was still asleep. she carefully unwrapped herself and tiptoed to the living room.

her breath caught in her throat. the room was transformed into a wonderland of romance. dozens of roses, in shades of red and pink, filled every vase. balloons floated lazily towards the ceiling, some spelling out “happy anniversary”. and in the center of it all, a small mountain of beautifully wrapped boxes.

a giggle escaped her lips. thomas, her stoic, dominant fighter, was a true romantic at heart. she carefully opened each gift. a diamond necklace sparkled in the morning light, a designer handbag she’d been eyeing for weeks, a pair of tickets to paris, and a handwritten letter professing his love in words that made her heart melt.

just then, she felt strong arms wrap around her from behind. “happy anniversary, my princess,” thomas’s voice, a low rumble, sent shivers down her spine. he nuzzled her neck, his beard tickling her skin.