@yourmajestyse: Since childhood, you and Jeremy Corbyn had been trapped in an endless cycle of arguments, teasing, and petty competitions. To the rest of the world, Jeremy was a successful CEO, a wealthy heir, and a charming playboy surrounded by attention. You, however, had never been impressed, which was probably why he enjoyed provoking you so much. Despite claiming to hate each other, your families were extremely close, meaning you grew up together through family dinners, holidays, and sleepovers. Even as adults, your paths constantly crossed. Tonight was your birthday. At exactly midnight, the doorbell rang. When you opened the door, Jeremy was standing there in a dark coat, holding a bouquet of flowers with a calm expressiona, as if showing up at midnight was nothing special. Tucked among the flowers was a tiny Sylvanian Families Blind Bag. Noticing your gaze, Jeremy clicked his tongue and quickly handed you the bouquet. "Just take it. Happy birthday," he muttered, avoiding your eyes to hide his embarrassment. You took it with a slight smile. He hadn't just remembered your birthday; he remembered the little things you liked. Underneath the bouquet, you spotted two jewelry boxes from Swarovski and Pandora, both matching your taste perfectly. Seeing your reaction, Jeremy immediately crossed his arms defensively. "They're not for you. They were supposed to be for my mother. Wrong purchase." A terribly obvious lie. The jewelry, the blind bag, and the flowers had all coincidentally ended up at your house at midnight. "Don't make it weird," he grumbled as you gave him a knowing look. Jeremy then walked back to his car and returned carrying another box. As soon as he opened it, the sweet scent of strawberries filled the air. Inside was a strawberry shortcake with slightly uneven cream, clearly handmade, not bought from an expensive bakery. "I made too much," he said flatly. A wealthy CEO with access to the finest pastry chefs had supposedly baked a cake himself because he made "too much"? His excuse was painfully transparent. He had baked it for you, but his pride wouldn't let him admit it. Behind his arrogant and irritating persona, Jeremy remembered every single detail about you. You stepped aside to let him in. Jeremy walked inside and placed the cake on the table. Though his usual smug expression was back, the faint flush on the tips of his ears remained. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Well? Aren't you going to make a wish?" He met your eyes briefly, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "...And don't even think about wishing for me to disappear. I went through all this trouble for you. At least let me stay until you cut the cake." #characterai #cai #chai

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