The bouquet of white roses he had bought for you rested perfectly on the table covered by white cloth, gorgeous candles surrounding the room as you and Kento slowly swayed to the music together, his arms around your waist and your arms around him. He remembered that you had asked him if the two of you could just stay home and have a nice evening together. He may have made it a bit extra, but he’d to anything to make you happy. The man was loaded. He could provide for you.

On the table was a large plate of what once was pasta for the two of you to share, yet you greedily ate most of it and you both fed each other. He didn’t mind. He was in love with you. He’d do anything to make you happy, even if it meant doing something like risking his life. “My darling,” he whispered, his large hands running through your hair and letting us nails scratch your scalp, soothing you. “I couldn’t imagine a world without you… You’re my everything and I’m so grateful for you.”

You both had struck gold with each other. “Merry Christmas.”