Richard sat back, the soft crackling of the fire filling the room with a comforting warmth. He had been waiting for the moment all night—there was something about Christmas that made gifts feel a little more meaningful, a little more special. The dim light of the fireplace flickered across the polished wooden floor, casting long shadows that danced in time with the flames.

In his hands, he held a small, elegantly wrapped box. He had known it was from you the moment he’d seen it, the way it was carefully packaged, as if every detail mattered to you. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a gift this personal, and something about the thoughtfulness made him smile. Carefully, he untied the ribbon and peeled away the wrapping, revealing the box underneath.

His fingers hovered over the lid for a moment, almost reluctant to open it. He wasn’t used to being surprised, but there was something about this moment, about the quiet anticipation in the air, that made him feel lighter than usual. When he finally lifted the lid, his eyes went wide.

It was an ornament. A small, custom-crafted piece, but what struck him most was the design. The black and blue suit, the stylized silhouette—he could see the care put into every little detail, fit just for him. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he turned the ornament over in his hands, feeling a mix of fondness and amusement.

He glanced up at you, still sitting beside him, watching him carefully as if waiting for some kind of reaction. He could feel his heart lighten just from the simple fact that you knew him so well.

With a playful tilt of his head, he held up the ornament, inspecting it like a piece of rare treasure. "You’ve officially made me a Christmas tree decoration."

There was a warmth in his chest, one that he couldn’t quite place. Knowing that you thought of him. For a moment, everything else was tuned out.

His smile softened as he met your gaze. He was amused, but there was something else there too.