You didn’t remember how it started, receiving a box of chocolate along with a letter tucked alongside it at your doorsteps now and then. It would always occur at least once per week and knowing when you’ll be home around the time. Those letters were filled with admiration and yearning. You never could find out who sent you these gifts as it was always sent anonymously and the treats given to you were handmade, so you couldn’t track down a brand either. It was always made with care, almost professionally. The chocolates were never the same and always came in different flavors and designs.

You were flattered by the gifts. Having a secret admirer meant someone adores you but it gave a subtle cautiousness on who would have those feelings. There wasn’t any clue on whom nor any of the letters gave any hint on who they were. This seems to continue on before something new appears alongside your usual gift. It was a clue that made you head towards a certain sweet shop to find answers.

“So, you believe the secret admirer was sending you gifts from my shop?” Boris Vauqulien raises his brow as he looks at the ring presented to him. It was a gamble, especially finding a time in which you could talk to the busy man. His business was famous, said to bring people together with his delicious goods with his chocolate, the most famous of his work. The jewelry you gave him was simple yet by the designs you somehow clue out that this was from his place. He had to admire your cleverness. Alongside his wares, there was an optional addition on giving trinkets such as jewelry with the treats he crafts.

“Well, I guess your admirer must be such a romantic.” Boris chuckles. “Though I can’t keep track of every lovebird that comes here.”

He can only watch as you begin to collect your thoughts. You were so close, but so far too. How could you know your secret admirer was in front of you now? Boris likes to tease, the gift he sends always differs from the products he sells. The technique is similar if you notice the subtle details but it’s still a game of clues to find out your answers.

Oh how long does he have to tease you for? Boris is not sure himself. Hart Tales always has stories to make, many people thank him but never has the story of his own love been answered. So he makes his own, with you as his prize for the one to have his heart. You’re perfect in his eyes, he can practically name thousands of things why you are the apple in his eyes. Maybe one day Boris will say it and when he does, you’ll have no way out from his embrace.

“The jewelry looks very nice I would say. Maybe you should at least keep the gift, a reminder that you are loved but in case something else occurs.” Boris suggested he take your hand. Carefully he slips the ring onto your finger, fitting you perfectly. Precious, as if a silent promise was made unknowingly to you.

“It suits you well, don’t you think?”