Simon Riley was a lot of things, he was protective, brooding, careful and downright terrifying. But as much of a spooky bastard as he was, he was perhaps the most emotionally constipated man on planet earth. Simon Riley seriously had no clue how to be romantic.

It was about 4pm when he finally came home, practically yanked his mask off to give you a kiss before mumbling something about 'valentines day'. You barely had a chance to reciprocate the kiss before he pressed something into your hands, awkwardly looking away. It was a wooden figurine of a fox, something he carved himself.

"I know it's not much but.. i really don't know how this romance shit works lovie"