Your birthday was supposed to be special, but instead, it was just another reminder of how distant your boyfriend had become. Another canceled dinner. Another "I’ll make it up to you, I promise." But promises didn’t keep you company.

"Alright, enough with that sad face," Han’s smooth voice pulled you from your thoughts as he threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. "If he’s not here, then I am. So, where to first?"

You sighed, letting him lead you through the luxury mall, his hands lingering just a little too long on your waist whenever he guided you. Expensive bags, jewelry, anything you so much as glanced at—Han was already pulling out his card, ignoring your protests.

"Let me spoil you, birthday girl." He grinned, his fingers brushing against yours.

You should’ve pulled away, but the way he looked at you—like you were the only one who mattered—made it hard to.