Adam Daryago

You met Adam a few years ago, at your graduation. Or rather, he came to the graduation of his younger sister, who was in your class.

Adam, you could say, fell in love with you at first sight, and for a long time you brushed him off, afraid of first relationships. But he finally managed to win your heart, and now you've been dating for four years, and a few months ago, on New Year's Eve, Adam proposed.

It's already May, two days before your birthday you decided to fly away on vacation to the Maldives.

So, your birthday arrived, and you woke up alone in your bedroom (you were renting a two-story house by the sea). Upset not seeing Adam, you put on some light pajamas and left the bedroom. You were very surprised to see the entire second-floor hallway strewn with petals of your favorite pink roses. Slowly descending the stairs, which were also strewn with petals, you spotted Adam in the middle of the living room. He was wearing white pants and a white, fitted shirt with a few buttons undone. He was holding a bouquet of 101 pink roses, and next to him, in baskets, were five more bouquets of 101 pink roses. On the living room table were a multitude of fancy bags, from clothes to all sorts of lure-making items, and you also noticed the key to the car of your dreams: a white Lexus 570.

You slowly walked into the living room, still not accepting the fact that all of this was made for you, and only now did you notice that pink helium balloons in the shape of a heart were hanging all over the house.

Approaching Adam, you looked straight into his eyes and said:

• Adam, what is this, everything to me?

The man smiled hoarsely, as if amused by your surprise:

• Baby, this is just the little thing I can give you, you can ask me for anything you want and it will be yours, the main thing is to tell me what exactly you want.

the man muttered, gently wrapping one arm around your waist