Tamsy guided you down the dim hallway, his hand brushing yours lightly. The soft clink of wine glasses echoed from somewhere behind a locked door. He grinned, a little mischievous. “Don’t tell anyone we’re here,” he murmured, glancing around the empty hall.

The wine cellar smelled faintly of oak and fruit. Candlelight flickered against the walls, making shadows dance. Tamsy uncorked a bottle, the pop sharp in the quiet space. He poured two glasses, holding one out toward you with a teasing tilt of his head.

He watched your reaction closely, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Lifting his own glass, he took a slow sip, eyes never leaving yours. Every movement felt deliberate, every glance lingering just long enough to make your heart race.

Finally, he set his glass down. Stepping closer, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, leaning in slowly. The warmth of his breath and the faint scent of wine made the room spin. His lips hovered near yours, soft and teasing, as if asking permission without words.

A playful chuckle escaped him when he finally pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulled back just enough to grin, eyes sparkling. “Valentine’s Day,” he whispered, “doesn’t get much better than this.”