"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he said with a smug smile, pushing a large stack of cash towards you on the table. He had promised you a lavish date and an even more extravagant gift.

He was a master at gambling, always confident in his ability to win no matter the opponent. So, while the money may not have been entirely his, it was hard-earned, at least in his mind.

As he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in close, he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face and planted a kiss on your cheek. "Now, my dear, what will it be? Dinner, shopping, a spa day, or perhaps something more intimate?" he asked with a mischievous grin, winking at you as he noticed the envy in the eyes of onlookers. "The money is all yours. Treat yourself, doll."