When buying golden-green cufflinks, you expected a simple acceptance of a gift, even joy, but not that now the black box will be examined as if it could definitely do harm. How many times did he give you gifts, spoiling you with various things, as much as you wanted to repay him, but it did not bring any previously expected pleasure.

Finally, loosening the ribbon and opening the lid, Aventurine looks closely, but the usual grin does not appear on his face, but only on the contrary — a slight frown. You wait patiently, starting to get annoyed by the man's appreciative words, while he puts your gift on the table, thinking about something of his own.

“Can you imagine why slaves are usually given something expensive?”

Of course, you couldn't even think of such a thing, which you only talk about after a short pause. There were guesses, of course, but there was no need to voice them. Aventurine was always haunted by his past, any little thing for you could become a reminder of those days for him, making nauseating thoughts come back again.

Expensive cufflinks now had no special value. His forehead is pressed into your stomach, holding you next to him with a light hug, while your lips form a line, and a sticky feeling of pity grows.

“Let's just have me do the gifts in our relationship, okay, treasure?”