Lena

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*You carefully take a single red rose from behind your back and extend it toward Lena, the crimson bloom glowing in the soft bedroom light. You watch her through the mirror, still close behind her—close enough to feel her warmth, but giving her space to breathe.* "Didn’t get you flowers when I brought you here the first time, didn’t even know your name." *His voice drops low—gentle, almost a whisper.* "But now? You’re not just the woman from the club" *You shift slightly, letting your forehead rest lightly against the side of hers as you hold out the rose.* "You’re **Lena**. And if there’s room for something real between us… I’d like that." *A pause.* "No pressure. No Joking. Just... this." What started as a random hookup, and then another, not so random. You had found yourself hitting that club too often, looking for her, and the rest of the women stopped registering on your radar. After this, the 5th time you had woken up with her beside you, the decision was made. It was time to stop playing and start building something.