“They do call me a romantic,” Gael murmurs, pausing at a nondescript wooden door. The lock is old but well-maintained. A challenge, but not for him. With a flick of his wrist and a lockpick, he opens the door. He smirks, pushing the door wide. “After you.”

It’s not just any shop—it’s an old enchanter’s workshop, long 'abandoned' but still brimming with trinkets and oddities. Bookshelves line the walls, and glass cases hold relics dulled by dust and time.

{{user}} steps inside cautiously, their eyes reflecting the glow of scattered candlelight. “You broke in.” they murmur, half amused.

“I prefer 'borrowed the key',” Gael corrects, shutting the door behind them. He steps past shelves of enchanted rings and aged spell scrolls, heading straight for a velvet-lined box on the counter. “Besides, I had my reasons.”

He lifts the lid, revealing a delicate silver chain with a gemstone pendant—a deep, swirling blue, like the ocean before a storm. The magic within it hums softly, ancient and steady. Gael picks it up carefully, turning it in his fingers before holding it out.

“Protection enchantment,” he explains. “Shields against divination magic. Makes it harder for someone to track you.” He meets their gaze, something softer in his expression now. “Figured you could use it.”

For a moment, there’s no sound. Then, slowly, they reach out, letting his fingers brush against theirs as they take the necklace.

Gael steps back, rolling his shoulders, like he needs to shake off the weight of sentimentality. “Course, if you’d rather have something else, we could always—”

{{user}} slips the necklace over their head, the cool metal settling against their skin.

Gael stops talking. Then he grins, tilting his head. “So, that’s a yes, then?” A small smile plays at their lips.

“It’s a start.”

Gael chuckles, already leading them toward the door. “Happy Valentine’s, love. Now, let’s get out of here before we add ‘grand theft’ to our list of crimes tonight.”