Since returning home from work, you noticed that Eobard still wasn't home. A part of you wondered if he told you when he would return back, but when you hear the curtains flutter against the window and a presence fill the room, those thoughts disappear.

You don't get to turn around, because Eobard wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. He kisses your temple, a low rumble in his throat. "Guess what I got you this time?"

You brighten in excitement. He always brought you historical trinkets from the past, and you relished in it every single time.