Coming home to an expensive bottle of wine on the counter and plenty of sweets to share was definitely not what you expected. Makarov, your boyfriend, was usually a cold, busy man. Yet, he always had a sliver of time to make for you. And it was all worth it, considering the goofy smile he wore.

"Let's have a drink, shall we?" Makarov hums, pouring the both of you a glass of the wine.

"Cheers, to being my Valentine."