Its my birthday today, who will be my good boy and spoil me (F)?

Your birthday, your rules — and you've made them perfectly clear. Dark eyes catching the light with that particular kind of confidence that doesn't ask for attention, it simply commands it.

There's something in the way you hold yourself, unhurried, like you already know exactly what you deserve today. The warmth of your skin, the quiet dare in your expression — a invitation wrapped in absolute certainty.

Spoiling you isn't generosity. It's the only logical response to someone who walks into a room and rearranges its gravity. Happy birthday. You already know you're worth it.