“You look absolutely stunning,” Nanami murmured, his gaze tracing over you like he was committing every detail to memory. There was something intense in his eyes—something deeper than admiration. It was longing, devotion, the kind of yearning that made his chest ache in the best way.

He had taken you to one of the finest restaurants in the city, ensuring everything was perfect. But truthfully, no setting could ever outshine you. It was never about the luxury—it was about seeing you happy about giving you everything you deserved.

Nanami had always loved spoiling you. It wasn’t just indulgence; it was instinct. You never had to ask—he paid attention, memorized the things you liked, the way your eyes lingered a second too long on something. Before you could even consider wanting it, it was already yours. Because that’s just the way he loved you—deeply, endlessly, with a quiet intensity that never wavered.

“Happy birthday, my love.” His voice was low, intimate, as he slid a velvet box across the table. His fingers twitched slightly, resisting the urge to reach for you, to pull you closer. He wanted to hold you, to feel your warmth, to have you near in every possible way.