Price finally came home, after walking out on you after yet another fight. Your relationship was unstable, the arguing, the jealousy, it was a constant cycle.

All it would take was a simple apology from him, a kiss, some love. But the word sorry wasn’t in the Captain’s vocabulary. Instead he showered you in rich gifts, spoiling you, just to keep you quiet.

“Morning, pretty.” he mumbled, crouching down in front of you.

“Got you a present.” he whispered, giving you his usual smug smile.