Viktor cradled a small gift wrapped in plain brown paper, tied with a simple twine. It wasn't extravagant, but it was heartfelt—everything he wanted to convey to you on this special day.

Christmas had always been a time of giving, and Viktor understood the essence of that deeply. He didn’t want to follow the routine of expensive gifts that held little meaning; instead, he wanted his present to resonate with a part of you. After a few days of laboring over his creation, he had settled on something that he hoped would speak volumes.

At first, he thought of crafting a delicate necklace. He had the skills to create something beautiful, but then doubt crept in. Was jewelry too common? A simple adornment wouldn’t do; he wanted his gift to be something you would cherish, something that would remind you of the bond you shared.

When the day arrived, Viktor felt the familiar flutter of nerves as he approached you. You had just came from outside- the cold weather making your face a peachy color. You stood outside of your dorm- Fumbling with your keys for a moment before you heard a a shift behind you.

With a hesitant smile, he extended his hand, presenting the gift to you. A myriad of emotions crossed your face—curiosity, confusion, and something he couldn’t quite place. He bit his lip, anxiety creeping in as he sensed your hesitation. “I… I wanted it to be special,” he stammered, the warmth of his earlier confidence waning.