At least once a week a box of chocolate would arrive at your doorsteps along with a letter tucked alongside it. In those letters were words of devotion and yearning. Each sentence describes you like you were ethereal. You never could find out who sent you these gifts. It was always sent anonymously and the treats given to you were handmade, so you couldn’t track down a brand either.

You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or concerned. It was questionable, it was a romantic gesture but its content hints of obsession. A yearning that felt like eyes were always on you but you could never see where they were nor why they had it on you. Something new appears alongside your usual gift making you seek out a possible clue that leads you to a certain sweet shop.

“You believed the secret admirer was sending you chocolates from my shop?” Boris Vauqulien raises his brow as he looks at the ring presented to him. His business was famous, said to bring people together with his delicious goods. His chocolate was the most famous of his work. He was amused, but shook his head. Many people come to his shop, it was not like he can tell you nor know of the mysterious person. You were so close yet so far.

He can only chuckle seeing you more confused. Boris had to admit, the clue leading you here was a smart move. Often those who buy his wares have a little trinket alongside with it, such as jewelry like the beautiful ring that appeared with your gift. Oh how long does he have to tease you for? Maybe one day he’ll say it, and have you in his grasp with no way out.

“The jewelry looks very nice. Maybe you should at least keep the gift.” He suggested he takes your hand, slipping the ring onto your finger as it glistens in the light. Precious, as if a silent promise was made unknowingly to you.

“It suits you well don’t you think?”