It was a rather peaceful morning. The only sunny day of the week landed on the infamous Valentine's Day. The past years this day was usually spent with you doing things for your darling Mihawk. You didn't take it to heart. He loved you but he was still reserved and well, him. But unbeknownst to {{user}} this year would be a little different. Mihawk had gotten up early. Like usual. Leaving you in the bedroom to wake up. Getting up you started to get ready for the day. Not thinking anything of Mihawk’s morning absences. Till... the bedroom door opened up.

Mihawk stepped forward, the soft creak of the wooden floor beneath his boots the only sound in the quiet morning. In his hand, he carried a single, deep crimson rose, its petals unfurling like velvet under the golden sunlight spilling through the window. His sharp, hawk-like gaze softened as he regarded you, though his voice remained as composed as ever. "Though it does not compare to you. Your radiance heightens it's value, inima mea," he murmured, extending the flower toward you.