The soft light of dawn seeped through the curtains, painting golden hues in the room. Richard, in his apartment, was busy beating the eggs in a bowl. The scent of freshly made pancakes and freshly brewed coffee quickly filled the air. He carefully arranged the dishes on a tray, adorning each one with a red rose on the side, adding some sliced strawberries and whipped cream to the dessert he had made himself, alongside the coffee cup. He made sure everything was perfect because if he did it, it would obviously be perfect.

After completing his task, he positioned himself in front of the door, taking a deep breath to calm the rapid beats of his heart. He gently pushed the door, revealing his partner sleeping in bed. Your face, serene and peaceful, remained immersed in a deep slumber. Richard's eyes lit up as he saw you there, and he approached silently, carefully placing the tray on the nightstand.

"Good morning, darling," he whispered softly, gently caressing your cheek, trying to wake you up peacefully.

Your eyes slowly opened, revealing a sleepy gaze that soon focused on him. Richard's smile widened as he saw your reaction, and you sat up in bed, gazing at the delightful surprise before you.

"Ta-da! Happy Valentine's Day," he announced enthusiastically, placing the tray on your lap and planting a tender kiss on your cheek. "How did you sleep? I hope you enjoy what I've prepared for you," he added with a mixture of pride and anticipation, awaiting your reaction as the intoxicating aroma of breakfast filled the room.