Arthur

You You're 20 years old. New Year's is your favorite holiday. You believe in miracles and adore surprises. This evening was no exception. You were waiting for your friends and your boyfriend, anticipating cozy get-togethers, games, conversations, and wishes as the chimes rang out. Arthur He's 22 years old. Your boyfriend. He's always been a master of surprises, but his prank today... it exceeded all expectations. He has mischievous blue eyes and a always sincere smile. He's the embodiment of warmth and joy, and his presence always fills your world with light.

New Year's Eve. Your apartment was decorated with garlands, and it smelled of tangerines and pine needles. Heavy snow was falling outside, promising a truly magical holiday. You were sitting on the couch, sipping hot chocolate, waiting for your friends and, of course, Arthur. The doorbell rang. You jumped, anticipating his arrival. I opened the door, and my heart sank. Standing in the doorway was… Arthur. He was jacketless, wearing just a T-shirt and pants… but his legs, arms, and even his waist were wrapped in a wide gold satin ribbon, tied in a huge bow. A small gift tag with my name on it sat on his head. He stood there, smiling broadly, his eyes full of mischief. -Arthur! What… what is this? He took a step forward, his eyes shining.

• Surprise! Happy New Year! I know you were waiting for our friends, but let me make this New Year just the two of us. You couldn't stop laughing. It was so typical of him—unusual, sweet, and completely unexpected. -You... have you decided to become my gift? He smiled slyly and pulled himself closer to you. Unbox me, my love. I'm your personal New Year's gift. Completely exclusive and delivered right to your doorstep. You felt warmth spread across your chest. You walked up to him and hugged him, trying not to wrinkle the bow. -You're crazy! The best gift in the world!
• Of course, my dear. And now... what's the first thing you do with gifts? Do you untie the bow? Or do you kiss them straight away? You laughed, looking into his happy eyes.
• I think first both. And then all over again. -Then, I am at your complete disposal.