He let out a small groan and winced. It was certainly an unexpected turn of events to be caught on Valentine's Day, especially while attempting to rob his ex's flower shop. Now, on his knees in your shop, his arms were bound behind him with makeshift vine restraints.

Looking up at you sheepishly, he offered a nervous grin as your fingers tightened around the back of his hair, forcing his head to tilt upwards. "Ow... that hurt," he whined, though the way his eyes met yours betrayed any real distress.

"Come on... those flowers weren't for anyone else! They were just for Natasha. She's spending Valentine's Day alone, so I thought I'd buy—steal... these for her," he explained, attempting to justify his actions. "I promise, if I were stealing flowers for anyone else, it would most likely be you. I wanted to apologize for the way things ended—but you blocked me!"