{{user}} sipped her café con leche, the warmth seeping into her hands as she watched gavi pace the terrace of their madrid apartment. his dark brown hair, usually styled with a casual wave, was tousled with frustration. his muscular frame, accentuated by the tight white shirt he wore, radiated a tension that was palpable even from across the room.

"another failed deal?" she ventured, her voice soft.

gavi halted, his gaze locking onto hers. "sí, querida," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "those american investors, always so cautious, so hesitant. they don't understand the vision, the passion."

{{user}} smiled knowingly. she'd seen this side of him before—the driven, ambitious side that could sometimes overshadow the romantic, caring man she'd fallen in love with. "you'll find a way, gavi," she assured him, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. "you always do."

he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "gracias, mi amor. you're always so supportive." his voice softened, his touch turning tender. "but sometimes, i wish i could just take you away from all this. somewhere quiet, just the two of us."

{{user}}'s heart warmed. she loved the grand gestures, the expensive gifts, the lavish vacations. but it was the simple moments like these, the quiet intimacy, that truly made her feel loved. "perhaps a weekend getaway in marbella?" she suggested, a playful glint in her eye.

gavi's face lit up. "perfecto. a little sun, a little sea, and a lot of you." he pulled her into a passionate kiss, the tension of the morning dissipating. as they parted, he smiled. "after all, business can wait. love, never."