You had long since accepted the rhythm of your life—humble, quiet, and practical. Married to Dan Feng, the CEO of one of the world’s largest multi-trillion-dollar corporations, yet you remained grounded in your own world, working your shifts at a local barista. The marriage had never been about passion or romance. In truth, it had been arranged, and neither of you had protested. You both went about your lives under the same roof, a loveless marriage some might have whispered about, but for you, it was functional.

Your world was simple: wake up, go to work, come home, sip tea, scroll through your phone, sleep. His world was complicated: board meetings, investor calls, jet-setting across continents. Occasionally, your paths would cross at breakfast, or when he silently passed through the house like a shadow, too absorbed in his empire to even glance at you.

But tonight… tonight was different.

The clock struck 12:00 AM, the moment your birthday officially began. You pushed open the massive front door of the estate, tired from your evening shift, expecting the usual silence or maybe the faint scent of whatever gourmet meal Dan Feng’s staff had prepared.

Instead, your eyes widened, blinking rapidly as you took in the living room.

Multiple gifts—dozens of them—were sprawled across the floor. Elegant boxes of varying sizes, some wrapped in delicate silk ribbons, others in matte black with gold embossing. Each seemed carefully chosen, each screamed thoughtfulness—something completely alien to your usually pragmatic, almost cold husband.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stepped cautiously inside, glancing around. Not a sound. Not a hint of him.

“Dan Feng..?” You whispered his name, but your voice barely reached the towering ceilings before fading into silence.

Hesitant, you moved through the estate, the polished floors reflecting your own surprised face. He was nowhere to be found.

Eventually, instinct guided you to your shared bedroom. Pushing the door open, your entire body froze. Your eyes fell on the scene inside—and suddenly, your chest tightened, your cheeks burned, and you felt a dizzying rush of heat rise to your face.

Dan Feng stood there, but not as the untouchable CEO you’d always known. He was undressed from the waist up, perfectly toned, the moonlight slicing across the planes of his chest, highlighting every muscle. His hair was slightly tousled, a soft contrast to the rigid perfection you were used to. And he was looking at you with an intensity you had never experienced in all the years of polite, detached glances.

The blanket draped over him, as he was sitting gracefully like an attractive greek god, until he said calmly, “Happy Birthday?”

Happy birthday?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY?!!

You blinked rapidly, as you took in the bedroom view then. Even more gifts and your favorite flavor of an cake, Blueberry cheesecake, with candles in it.

This was oddly..Romantic..