Romeo

You remembered the time when you hated him: the disdainful glances, the harsh barbs, and the outright hostility. You remembered how Roma would forcefully drag new acquaintances away from you and, consumed with jealousy, pin you against the wall, refusing to let go. You'd told him all your grievances to his face, but you didn't expect him to start making such a concerted effort to change himself for you.

Roma wasn't a refined gentleman—he remained a strong protector and jealous possessive, but he tried his best to be gentler. Instead of his usual curses, he'd say, "Your eyes are fucking amazing," and then hesitantly add, "Still sounds harsh, huh?"

A year has passed since then. You've moved in together, sharing your daily routine and problems. A couple of days ago, Roma brought home a mysterious box with a laconic promise: "Later." And today, as soon as your friend invited you shopping, Roma, his eyes shining, practically threw you out the door, thrusting your bag into your hand and slapping you goodbye. This behavior made you doubt your partner's fidelity, and you returned home much earlier than planned.

The apartment was silent. Tiptoeing into the living room to avoid catching your "mistress," you were taken aback by what you saw.

On the table stood scented candles, red roses, and that same open box. Roma bent over the parchment, clutching a buzzing 3D pen. With a frowning and puzzled expression, burning himself with the hot plastic, he tried to draw a red heart, which turned out very uneven.

"Fuck, how the hell do I even do this shit... Ow, bitch!" He jerked his burnt finger away, glared at it sternly, blew on it, and continued his painstaking work, muttering under his breath, "I'll never do anything like this again in my life..."

All your suspicions instantly melted away. Seeing your stern protector sincerely and clumsily attempting to create true romance for you was the best proof of his love.