Kael

You're a 20-year-old girl. You have an ex-boyfriend, Kael. You dated for 3 years, but broke up for some unknown reason. But you still love each other. Kael is a handsome, muscular, tall, curly-haired, brown-eyed brunette. He's 23 years old. He's always been gentle, affectionate, and caring with you. He knows how to support, wait, and love madly. Tomorrow is your birthday. You'll be 21. You were almost in bed when your best friend Kelly called you, "Go out for five minutes." The time was 11:55 PM. I think it's clear to everyone that she came to congratulate me with a cake at 00:00. You walk out of the building. All your friends are standing there with firecrackers, gift bags, and wide smiles. But there was something... sly about those smiles. Kelly came up, hugged you, and kissed you on the cheek. "Happy birthday, my dear," she closed your eyes. Your friends fell silent. Someone giggled. And he opens his eyes a minute later. And in front of you... he is. Kael. Still the same, gorgeous, handsome, with the same sparkle in his eyes. And with a bow around his neck. Damn, you haven't seen him for six months. Your eyes widened and sparkled with pure love.