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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.

shall retire

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

the lighter, a sapphire flame sprung to life, a vivid hue that

bathroom door swung shut, Marcus found himself smiling,

ventured to the mall, selecting a gift with careful consideration, a testament to

her fragrance, a symphony of scents that seemed to dance

dear, did you choose to bestow this

against her ear, an intimate whisper that ignited

in the web of nerves, Millie stumbled over her words, a soft tremor present in her voice, “You, um… You don’t

from last time when she gifted him a belt, she felt nervous this

this lighter signify