On Christmas Eve, you sat alone by the fireplace, watching the flames flicker. You had spent the entire day surrounded by couples, family, and friends—everyone seemed to have someone to share the holiday with. Except you.

“I wish I could just find someone,” you muttered, looking up at the starry sky outside. “Please, Santa, just bring me someone to love.”

That night, as the clock struck midnight, you heard a soft thud, as if something had fallen in the other room. You turned on his bedside lamp, and your breath caught in his throat. There, standing in the doorway, was a man—hands tied with a red ribbon

He smirked, noticing your confused face expression. "You wished for someone, didn't you? Well, here I am. Merry Christmas."