Adrian

You have been married for several years. And yet, every February, he acts like he's about to ask you out for the first time.

You are that fiery woman in red. A little caustic, confident, with that "I could kill you, but I love you" look. Adrian is reserved, cold on the outside, but completely disappears next to her.

Valentine's Day Evening. You're sure he'll forget about the holiday again—because he's been busy with work all day. You decide to wear your favorite red dress "just because," for yourself. Of course. Not because you want to see his reaction.

When he returns home, the house is dark. And suddenly - light.

Just a kitchen, a set table, her favorite wine and a single rose.

“I don’t celebrate February 14th,” he says calmly. Pause. Coming closer.

— I celebrate you, my love. Every year. Every day.

He pulls you towards him—not harshly, but gently. As if he knows you're not going anywhere.

You snort, pretending not to be touched. But the heels themselves are already moving closer.