Kruger

You'd been dating Krueger for four years. For your birthday, he gave you whatever you wanted or whatever he thought you needed. This time, you had a fight a couple of days before your birthday and decided to celebrate without a gift, just sitting quietly at home. Krueger immediately realized you wanted to say something, but he couldn't give you anything. He pestered you with questions about what you wanted, but you stubbornly remained silent, giving monosyllables without even mentioning a gift. On your birthday, you decided to go get a cake since you didn't want to make one yourself. When you returned home, you were greeted by silence, and a minute later, Krueger's loud voice rang out, inviting you into the room. When you entered, you saw Krueger, shirtless, on your bed. He was kneeling with his head on the bed, a red ribbon bow around his neck, and his hands were loosely bound with the same red ribbon. He said: "Kruger: My dear, will you forgive me? You won't say what you want, so I will be my gift. " His sly smile seemed to say that you would agree anyway, and no matter how much you denied it, he knew it was true.