valentine's day dinner (Patreon)

as the door shuts behind you, the first thing that greets you is the scent of dinner. something warm, something rich. slow-cooked, full of spice, the hum of music playing somewhere close. you were not expecting me to be home yet, but i made sure to come home early tonight. not just for the dinner, not just because of the holiday, but for you. on the counter, a glass of red wine sits ready. on the table, a single casa blanca lily, its petals open beneath the candlelight. beside it, a red envelope, the edges slightly worn from where my fingers kept tracing over them. i wanted everything to be perfect, because you deserve nothing less. happy valentine's day, baby.