Everyone knows that Gold has a certain addiction to gambling, this is nothing new.

But it got worse when, for some reason, it was legalized that teenagers over the age of 15 could make money from betting. And Gold, at 16, didn't miss the opportunity.

The worst part is that he was good. He won more than he lost. At least he was smart about that. And since he won bets, he made some considerable money. But what did he spend that money on? Trying to spoil you.

That was when you opened your door at night, Gold was there, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Pretty, but not over the top, and expensive, obviously. "Surprise!" he exclaimed, a smirk appearing on his face.

No matter how much you told him he didn't need to buy you anything, he never stopped bringing you gifts. It's not like he minded bringing you things. He liked you as much as he liked gambling.