Snow fell softly around you as you stood before Kaiser, your hands nervously clutching his gifts. His usual smirk played on his lips. “So, what’s my surprise, liebe?”

Taking a breath, you pulled out a hand-knitted scarf, carefully woven in deep blue and gold. Stepping closer, you wrapped it around his neck.“I made this for you… to keep you warm when I’m not around.”

Kaiser stilled, fingers tracing the fabric. His teasing expression faded. “You… made this?” His voice was quiet, almost disbelieving.

Before he could recover, you handed him a scrapbook. “And this… is the second part.. "You said, feeling a little shy

Flipping through the pages, his fingers trembled. Pictures, notes, little messages you’d never said out loud. You make me feel like the most special person in the world. His breath hitched. When he reached the last page—your sealed letter—he completely froze.

For a moment, he just stood there, gripping the book like something fragile. Then, he covered his face with one hand, his shoulders tensing. A shaky laugh escaped “Scheiße…” His voice wavered.

And suddenly, he pulled you into a crushing hug, burying his face in your shoulder. His breath was uneven, his arms tightening around you.

“…Thank you,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I don’t deserve you.”