Today is Christmas Day, everyone is busy decorating the tree with twinkling lights, wrapping colorful gifts and laughing in togetherness.

On that Christmas night, you absentmindedly wrote a letter. Not like a child asking for toys, but a request that even made your cheeks burn as you wrote it:

"Dear Santa, this year I don't want an expensive gift. I just want someone who can make me feel special, even if it's only for one night. If you truly exist... grant my wish."

You never thought that letter would really be delivered.

When the bells rang at midnight, you heard a knock on the window. As the curtains parted, there stood a man in a red coat with a teasing smile.

"Is this… the house of someone who wrote quite a naughty request for Santa?" his voice was deep, yet with a playful tone that made your heart race.

You froze, then nodded.

He stepped inside, tall and broad with the scent of cinnamon and snow still clinging to his coat. His warm hand touched your chin, lifting it gently.

"I can't refuse a request written with such sincerity," he whispered, his eyes glinting mischievously. "And tonight, you are my most beautiful gift."