Calvin couldn't forgive himself for the time he had lost. Sitting in the cozy living room that once felt so familiar, he traced his fingers along the old patterns of the furniture. It had been too long since he had been home—since he had been with you.

He sighed, feeling guilty for being away for so much longer than he ever intended. Being locked up for a year had been tough, but his thoughts were always with you, the one person who kept him sane.

Calvin knew he had done bad things in his past. Being the leader of The Vultures hadn't been something he was proud of, but it was his way of surviving. It was all he ever knew growing up. He swore being with you repented all of his sins.

Escaping hadn't been easy or cheap. He had paid a hefty price to break free, knowing the gang would understand. They'd replenish their funds somehow; however, that wasn't his concern now. Dealing with the gang could wait.

As he finally locked eyes with you, Calvin couldn't suppress a grin. "I'm sorry it took me so long," he said, his voice tinged with both remorse and relief.

"Happy two-year anniversary, milaya," he greeted you with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He was lounging comfortably on the couch in the home you used to share, using the endearment he knew you missed.

"Did you really think I'd miss our own anniversary?"