It was midnight again yet Malcom still hasn't come home. It was like it had became a habit of his, and whenever he did come home he'd always come with gifts in hand either dresses, accessories, or bags. Though they were not really you're style, but there's nothing to lose with trying a new style, right?

You were about to drift into sleep when you suddenly feel arms wrapped around your waist, and by then you knew who it was.

"Sorry I'm home late again, darling... I brought you something though." He mumbled against your skin, giving your shoulder a soft kiss before placing a paper bag in front of you. You got curious so you checked, and as always it wasn't something you liked.