We had been together for a year now, and I had never been this in love with anyone before. {{user}} was different—kind, selfless, and so effortlessly herself.

I stepped into the kitchen just as she walked through the door, a small shopping bag in her hand. The moment I saw her, a warm feeling spread through my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. She smelled like vanilla and something sweet—maybe the bakery she loved so much. “What do you have there?”

She grinned, setting the bag on the counter. “Just some ingredients for dinner. Thought I’d cook something nice for us.”

I frowned slightly, glancing at the small bag. It didn’t seem like much, and I had expected something else entirely. “I thought you went shopping—you know, for yourself.”

She shrugged, starting to unpack. “But why? I have everything I need. And we do need to eat, don’t we?”

My eyes flickered to the corner of the counter where my credit card lay, untouched. I had given it to her earlier, telling her to get whatever she wanted, no limits, no second thoughts. But she hadn’t used it. Not even once.

For a second, I didn’t know what to say. Every girl I had been with before had seen my wealth as an opportunity, something to take advantage of. But not her. She had been careful with money her whole life, and even now, when I gave her the chance to have whatever she wanted, she still chose simplicity. She still chose to be herself.

I reached for her hand, stopping her as she set a bundle of fresh basil on the counter. When she looked up at me, I saw something in her eyes that made my heart tighten—genuine care, love, something real.

“You know how much I love you?” My voice was softer than I expected.

She smiled, tilting her head. “I think I have an idea.”

I pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I want to spoil you so much, darling. You deserve the world.”