Your birthday, your rules — and right now every rule says you come first. Dark eyes catch the light with that particular mix of mischief and expectation, the kind that makes a man forget what he was about to say.

You've dressed for yourself, not for anyone else, which somehow makes it worse — that deliberate confidence, the way you occupy space like you already know how the night ends.

So tell your good boy exactly what spoiling you looks like tonight. He's listening. He's been waiting for permission since the moment he saw you.