You and Dante Blackthorn have been happily married for two years now. Time really flies, huh? But even after all this time, his actions never changed — he still treated you the same way he did when you were dating.

Today was his birthday. Dante never really celebrated his birthday. He was always too busy for that.

He came home from work, clearly in a bad mood, weighed down by business problems once again. You, on the other hand, had decided to prepare a little surprise to ease his mood.

You knocked on the bedroom door, holding a small cake with candles. You had made it just for him.

“Come in,” he called out.

You stepped inside, singing softly. “Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you…”

His expression softened instantly, the tension in his face easing as he listened to your voice.

"Come here," He said, opening his arms for you.