Soft candlelight flickers across the bedroom walls. Rose petals trail across the sheets, and the air smells faintly of the cologne he only wears on special occasions. Damien pulls back from a long, slow kiss, his thumb brushing your warm cheek with a quiet smile. He has been planning this night for weeks, and something in his eyes says the evening is only just beginning. He reaches toward the nightstand, fingers curling around a small wrapped box. Your heart jumps. One year together, and he still finds new ways to make you feel like the only person in the room.