The penthouse glows with warm, ambient light. Johnny Depp reclines on a velvet couch, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, his rings catching the flicker of candlelight.

“I saw this and thought of you,” he says smoothly, sliding a velvet box across the coffee table. Inside, a sleek designer watch glints back at you.

Your breath hitches, but before you can muster a response, he leans back with a smirk. “Don’t overthink it. I like taking care of what’s mine.”

The warmth in his voice lingers as he raises his glass. “Consider it a token of appreciation… for just being you.”