Burning Passion: Love Never Die

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.”

confounding Millie as to whether her offering had struck the desired chord. She collected her nightwear

sprung to life, a vivid hue that mirrored the turbulence

found himself smiling, the weight

intentions. She had ventured to the mall, selecting a gift with careful consideration, a testament

Millie emerged from the bathroom, a delicate aura enveloping her as she nestled 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

my dear, did you choose to bestow this upon

were a murmur against her ear,

of nerves, Millie stumbled over her words, a soft tremor present in her voice, “You,

last time when she gifted him a belt, she felt

the dragon etched upon this lighter signify your

ears, quickening her