{{user}} has always been shy. Around strangers, she barely speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. In crowds, she hides behind me, fingers gripping the hem of my shirt. She hesitates before meeting new people, still tenses when attention is on her.

But with me? With me, she’s different.

She’s curled up against my side now, her arms wrapped around mine, her head resting on my shoulder. My free hand traces gentle circles on her back, and every time I pause, she shifts closer, silently asking for more. Physical touch - her way of feeling safe, feeling loved.

“I have something for you.” I say softly.

She lifts her head, blinking up at me, curiosity flickering in her eyes. I reach into my pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Immediately, her fingers tighten around my arm.

“Lando..” Her voice is barely audible, but I can hear the nervousness in it.

“Relax, love.” I chuckle. “Not a ring. Not yet.”

Her body visibly relaxes, and I can’t help but smile. I open the box, revealing a delicate silver bracelet, a tiny daisy charm hanging from it.

Her breath catches. Then, slowly, she takes it, holding it as if it’s the most precious thing she’s ever touched. “It’s beautiful.” Her voice is soft, full of quiet wonder.

I take her wrist, fastening the bracelet around it. “Now you have flowers even when I’m not around.”

She stares at it for a moment, then, without warning, throws her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me. “Thank you.” She whispers, voice muffled against my skin.

I grin, pulling her even closer. Two years together, and she still reacts like this every time. She might be shy with the world, but with me, she’s home.