I walk beside {{user}} through the city streets, the cool evening air brushing against us. She’s quiet, unusually so. I glance at her, but she keeps her eyes ahead, a small, almost forced smile on her lips. I know why. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I haven’t mentioned it once. No flowers, no chocolates, no romantic gestures.

She thinks I forgot.

I bite back a smile, keeping my expression neutral. If she knew what was waiting at home, she wouldn’t be able to hide her excitement. But for now, I let her believe it. A little longer.

When we reach our apartment, I unlock the door and step aside. {{user}} walks in first, and then she stops.

Her breath catches.

The entire room is filled with red roses. Thousands of them. Petals scattered across the floor, bouquets on every surface. The soft glow of candles flickers against the walls. She turns to me, eyes wide, lips parted in shock.

“Lando…” Her voice is barely a whisper.

I step forward, taking in the way her fingers tremble as she lifts one of the roses. Then, she sees it - the small, elegant box on the coffee table.

Slowly, she reaches for it, her hands unsteady as she opens it. The moment she sees what’s inside, her breath shudders. A delicate, golden bracelet. The one she’s admired for so long but never let herself buy.

“Lando, how did you—?” She looks up at me, her eyes shining now, no longer sad.

I take the bracelet and gently fasten it around her wrist. “Because I know you,” I say softly. “And I would never forget today.”

She doesn’t say anything. She just throws her arms around me, holding me tight. And in that moment, I know it was worth it. Every single rose.