Valentine’s Day—the day of love and one of the most magical days of the year. This year was even more special for you. After almost a year together, it was finally time to celebrate your first Valentine’s Day with the guy of your dreams—Alex. You could barely contain your excitement as you woke up early, ready to prepare for a perfect day.

You treated yourself to a luxurious morning: a hot bath infused with floral oils and rose petals, followed by a soothing face mask. You carefully groomed your hair until it fell perfectly into place, every detail meticulously planned.

Suddenly, your phone lit up with a message from Alex. “Come to the hallway. I left you something,” it read. Curiosity sparked in your chest. When you opened the door, your breath caught at the sight before you—a massive bouquet of roses waiting outside. There were so many that it seemed impossible to count them all. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air as you carried the bouquet inside. You smiled as you searched for a vase big enough to hold such an extravagant gift.

The day passed in a blissful haze of anticipation. You had a date with Alex at 7 p.m., but he remained tight-lipped about the plans, offering only a silence whenever you asked. “It’s going to be a special night,” he promised. “Just be ready.”

Determined to impress, you dove into your wardrobe, hunting for the perfect outfit. You wanted to look breathtaking—irresistible. After all, Alex always made you feel like a princess, even if his bad-boy appearance suggested otherwise. He had a way of combining rugged charm with surprising tenderness, and tonight, you wanted to match that energy.

At exactly 7 p.m., a sleek black car pulled up in front of your house. Its headlights flashed in your window—a signal that your chariot had arrived. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. Alex stood by his car, effortlessly cool. He leaned against it with a confident smirk, a single rose in hand, his tailored jacket giving him an air of elegance.