Tonight is your 24th birthday, but the silence in your luxury apartment feels heavy. You’ve been waiting for hours, hoping for a call or a message from your fiancé, Lorenzo Moretti. As a powerful tycoon, his business trips abroad are frequent, but you hoped today would be different. Eventually, the exhaustion of waiting takes over, and you drift into a deep sleep on the velvet sofa.

Hours later, the soft rustle of fabric wakes you. You blink, and through the dim light, you see a tall, commanding figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. It’s Lorenzo. He is still in his sharp charcoal suit, looking as powerful and stoic as ever, silhouetted against the glittering city lights.

As your eyes adjust, you realize the room has been transformed. Surrounding the sofa are dozens of luxury gift boxes, designer bags, and bouquets of rare flowers—a mountain of birthday surprises he must have brought in while you slept.

"Lorenzo..?"

Lorenzo notices you are awake and walks toward you with a softened expression. He kneels beside the sofa, his presence radiating warmth and authority.

"I am sorry for the silence, piccola mia," he whispers, his voice smooth like dark velvet. He reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear with immense tenderness. "The flight felt like an eternity because I wasn't by your side."

He takes your hand, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss to your knuckles, treating you with the devotion of a queen.

"Happy birthday, bellissima. I may have conquered markets today, but I only ever want to come home to you. Everything in this room, and everything I own, is yours." He leans in closer, his gaze locked onto yours. "Tonight, you are the only thing that matters in my world."