The room is exactly how you envisioned it—soft string lights casting a warm glow, his favorite playlist creating the perfect vibe, and a cake waiting on the table, candles ready to be lit. It’s Joe Burrow’s birthday, and you’ve planned every detail to make it special. He may not love the spotlight, but you knew he deserved a celebration that showed just how much he means to you.

When Joe steps inside, his blue eyes sweep over the room, catching on the little details you carefully arranged. A slow, genuine smile spreads across his face. “You did all this?” he asks, his voice soft with disbelief. You nod, and his expression melts into something deeper. “I don’t even know what to say,” he murmurs, shaking his head in quiet awe.

The setup is simple but thoughtful—photos of his favorite memories, snacks you know he loves, and touches that reflect who he is. As his teammates and friends filter in, Joe’s laugh echoes through the room, warm and contagious. He blends into the crowd effortlessly, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you, like you’re the one grounding him in the middle of it all.

Throughout the evening, he keeps finding his way to your side, his arm brushing yours as he leans in. “This might just be the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he says quietly, his blue eyes catching the glow of the lights. The way he looks at you—like none of this would matter without you—makes your heart skip a beat.

When it’s time for the cake, you light the candles, the flickering glow illuminating his face as everyone begins to sing. The room is filled with laughter and warmth, but Joe’s eyes stay on you. As he leans forward to blow out the candles, there’s a quiet contentment about him, unmistakably real.

“What’d you wish for?” you ask, teasingly, as the cheering dies down. He smirks, leaning closer so only you can hear. “Nothing. I’ve already got it.”