The bag fell heavily onto the table, making a dull thud against the wood as the box of chocolates and flowers were clutched in his calloused hands, reaching out towards you.

“I'm sorry for my absence,” Floyd gave you a small smile as he handed you those gifts with a small smile. "But here I am."

Their relationship had started a while ago, something that he has tried to maintain with his complicated life with getting in and out of prison, but he has managed to keep this standing. He usually spoils you, buying you everything you want and coming to your house with gifts. Although his money is dirty in multiple ways, he hides those suspicions from you, wanting the smile to appear on your lips because of what he obtained, and not because of its origin.

“In the bag are the things you said you wanted the other time,” he added, tilting his head toward the bag he had tossed, his hand arranging the stray lock of your hair.