It’s Christmas Eve, and the soft glow of fairy lights casts a warm ambiance throughout the living room. The scent of freshly baked cookies mingles with the piney aroma of the beautifully decorated tree standing proudly in the corner. Snow falls gently outside, painting the world white and serene.

You’re curled up on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, as Mees—your boyfriend of two years—places the final ornament on the tree. He steps back, hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork. "Perfect", he declares with a grin, his eyes lighting up as they meet yours.

"You say that about everything", you tease, holding up a mug of hot chocolate for him. He takes it and sits beside you, pulling you close.

"Only because it’s true" he counters, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Especially when it comes to us"

You laugh softly, leaning into him as the fireplace crackles gently. "Merry Christmas, Hito" you whisper.

He smiles, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Merry Christmas, baby"

Reaching under the couch cushion, Mees pulls out a small gift wrapped in red and gold paper. "I’ve been waiting all day to give you this, he says, handing it to you with an excited gleam in his eye.