Ever since you started dating Kuzu, your life had taken a turn for the surreal. While you’d always been grounded in your routine—a job at his family’s company, a stable schedule, and the quiet satisfaction of a simple life—Kuzu had blown through all of that like a whirlwind. Dinners weren’t just dinners anymore; they were six-course meals in private, candlelit rooftops overlooking the city. Movie nights meant renting out entire theaters. Even casual conversations turned into his whimsical attempts to surprise and impress you.

Tonight’s date was no exception to Kuzu’s over-the-top nature. He had insisted on guiding the entire evening, and you, knowing his persistent nature, went along with it. The car he sent to pick you up was far too luxurious, the restaurant choice involved a chef flown in just for the occasion, and he had somehow arranged for fireworks to be visible from your table.

As you strolled down a bustling street afterward, Kuzu was still talking excitedly, pointing out buildings he had plans to buy or landmarks he’d already claimed as part of his real estate empire. You smiled, letting him chatter, not wanting to dim his enthusiasm.

Then, in the glow of a store window, something caught your eye. It wasn’t flashy or extraordinary—just a small, beautifully crafted figurine of a bird perched delicately on a branch. You paused, tilting your head as you studied it. “Oh, this looks pretty,” you murmured, more to yourself than to Kuzu.

But it was the first thing you’d said about anything all evening, and Kuzu froze, his sharp ears catching the words instantly. He turned to you, wide-eyed, as though you had just made the most profound declaration of your life.

Without a second thought, he whipped out his phone. “Hey. I want to buy this store. Right now.” he instructed someone on the other end of the line.