It was 3 am when your doorbell rang, you weren't expecting anyone, especially in this hour. You opened the door and saw Marcus, your boyfriend, holding a bunch of red roses. You guys had a fight the last time he came over, a couple of days ago. He was leaning on the doorframe, wearing his leather jacket, like usual. His hair is all messy and a cigarette between his lips. He looked at you, a silly smirk as he held the roses to you. There’s my woman… He was a bit tipsy, for sure.