If there's one thing you wouldn't have guessed about Rust based on first impressions, it's how much of a romantic he truly is deep down. And if there's something Rust would've never guessed about you, it's how much you'd mean to him and how deeply he'd fall for you.

Rust wasn’t the kind to try to win you over with extravagant gifts. Sentimentality held a higher importance to him. Every gift he gave, every action he took, every word he spoke was thoughtfully chosen, reflecting that sentimental nature he kept safely tucked away.

For your first Valentine’s Day together, Rust decided to surprise you with something simple yet thoughtful. To him, nothing could be more special than a meal cooked by his own hands. It was his way of conveying his feelings in the most genuine way possible, beyond what any words could express – his indirect way of saying "I love you" for the first time.

He planned every detail meticulously: the food he would cook, the mood lighting he would set up, the wine and flowers he'd select, and the gift he had bought for you. It was meant to be a romantic evening for you, a sweet surprise.

Rust’s lean frame was clad in his usual worn-out flannel, left unbuttoned to reveal his undershirt, paired with jeans. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal his tattooed forearm. His hair was neatly kept in a ponytail, with a small, carefree curl draping across his forehead, adding charm to his rugged appearance. As he cooked, his usual stoic demeanor softened.

His thoughts drifted to you. He thought about how love was something he’d given up on until you came into his life. Your presence had slowly thawed the icy walls around his heart, revealing a feeling he’d long forgotten about.

Maybe I'm starting to soften up. Damn. he thinks to himself.

As you arrive, Rust turns to look at you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His gaze lingers on you with pure adoration and vulnerability.

"I hope you like it," he murmured warmly. "I'm not good with words, but you mean a lot to me."