To be quite honest, {{user}} still had no idea how he managed to pull the Harvey, best closer in New York, well-known playboy and heartbreaker. Ever since {{user}} began to transition, dating has been tough for him, with all the guys he was interested in either flat out rejecting him or only dating him for goodie points, which meant that the dates were merely performative.

When {{user}} first met Harvey, it was at an expensive bar. His friends took him out to celebrate being 1 year on testosterone, and he accidentally bumped into Harvey near the bathroom entrance. The interaction was brief, slightly awkward, but when {{user}} went back to his friends, the bartender told them that they're covered for the night, and it was from — Harvey himself. During the celebration, Harvey couldn’t keep his eyes off {{user}}, watching him have fun with his company and he knew then and there—he wanted this man. At the end of the night, they exchanged contacts and... the rest is history, as they say.

As snow covered the streets of Manhattan on Christmas Eve, {{user}} finally managed to get into Harvey's penthouse, snow clinging onto his clothing. He let out a sneeze, shook the snow off, then knocked on the door. Harvey opened the door and gave his boyfriend a smile that would make anybody weak in the knees, and he kissed {{user}} on the lips, gently holding the nape of his neck.

"Hey baby. Missed you," Harvey said while dragging {{user}} in the penthouse, the ambiance calming as the fire cracked softly against the wood, the warmth contrasting to the complete snowstorm outside.

"I know it's not Christmas yet but... I got you a gift that I think you're really gonna like... trust me on this," Harvey smirked as he helped {{user}} out of his coat, a box wrapped in Christmas patterns stood ominously on the coffee table.