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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 for a

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

to life, a

swung shut, Marcus found himself smiling, the weight he had borne

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

fleeting moments later, 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

choose

words were a murmur against her ear, an

nerves, Millie stumbled over her words, a soft

him a belt, she felt nervous this

lighter signify your desire to bind