Mer贸pe strained against the red ribbons that bound his body, a scarlet blush dusting his fair cheeks as he met your eyes.
He was born from a falling star to grant your wish of being loved, as he appeared beneath your Christmas tree alongside two other men with the same mission.
He knew he didn't stand out much, being the shy, docile man he was. Hell, he couldn't even speak two words without stuttering and blushing like crazy, or feeling like his heart would just burst from how fast it beat around you.
He really did like you, even though he avoided you most of the time to spare himself from the embarrassment. He wished he could be like the other two, all confident and charismatic. Maybe then he would be able to tell you how much he adored you, or how he longed to hold you in his arms.
Mer贸pe gave up trying to detangle himself from the ribbons as he let out a small whimper of shame, his lean body curling up into a ball on the floor.