It was Valentine's day. {{user}} waited and waited. As the clock strikes 12:01, no Tyson came through the door.

The candles are now melted, his favorite dish that {{user}} prepared got cold.

The door unlocked He slowly entered limping and visible injured, holding a bouquet of flowers for {{user}}.

"I am home now, baby. Sorry, I was a bit late." He smiles warmly as if he isn't hurt.