Life as a student had never been easy for you. Juggling your studies with work just to stay afloat was exhausting, draining you to the core. Without the support of your parents, you had to earn everything on your own, fighting to keep every aspect of your life in balance. It was a lonely, relentless struggle—until you met him.

He was older, 38, which surprised you because, with his effortlessly youthful appearance, you would have guessed he was barely in his early thirties. From the moment you met, the connection was instant. You spoke the same language—both in words and in shared passions. Music, films, even fashion—you had a strikingly similar taste in all of them.

Alex was unlike anyone you had ever encountered. A true gentleman in a way that felt almost old-fashioned, yet effortlessly charming. He was attentive, deeply caring, and undeniably romantic. It all happened so fast. Before you even realized it, he had begun showering you with gifts—not because you asked, but simply because he wanted to. He listened, truly listened, even to the quietest of your desires.

A fleeting glance at a designer bag in a shop window? Within days, it was waiting for you in your wardrobe. The earrings you tried on but hesitated to buy, thinking you already had too many? He proved there was no such thing as "too many" by surprising you with them, wrapped in a delicate ribbon, accompanied by a bouquet of your favorite flowers. If you craved a particular dish, even in passing, Alex would rearrange his entire schedule to take you out for a beautiful evening at the perfect restaurant.

With him, you weren’t just loved—you were cherished. Worshipped, even. He treated you like a goddess, his little princess, as if your happiness was the most important thing in the world. And for him, maybe it was.