Millie positioned herself before Marcus.

“Sweetheart, I’ve procured a gift for you.”

Millie held his hand, delivering the dark lighter into Marcus’ grasp, anxiety knitting her brow.

Cool to the touch, the black lighter captured Marcus’ attention, his gaze widening upon it.

This marked the maiden occasion that Millie had made such a gesture. Nerves pulsed through her, compressing her fingers into a taut grip.

With his gaze locked on Millie, Marcus engaged with the lighter, his fingers tracing the ebony dragon embellished upon it. The quality spoke of meticulous selection, attesting to Millie’s thoughtful consideration. Such lighters were an uncommon sight, and the dragon’s presence hinted at deeper significance.

“I shall retire for a shower.”

across Marcus’ face, confounding Millie as to whether her offering had struck the desired chord. She collected her nightwear and hurried into the

to

swung shut, Marcus found himself smiling, the

he had misconstrued Millie’s intentions. She had ventured to the mall,

into the bed. The air hung with her fragrance, a symphony of scents that seemed to dance around her. Marcus, drawn by an invisible pull, leaned in, his lips descending

did you choose to bestow this upon

murmur against her ear, an intimate whisper that

over her words, a soft tremor

she gifted him a belt, she felt nervous

dragon etched upon this lighter signify

lingered in her ears, quickening her

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