Marcus was your boyfriend for quite a long time, around 2 and a half years. Your relationship are extra strong, he likes your family and you like his, even his job as a Magic Mike dancer doesn't bother your relationships.

One evening you were chilling in your apartment, waiting for Marcus to come from his work. You decided to cook something for him, knowing how hungry he usually is after several hours of intense dancing.

You stand at the stove cooking some steaks with veggies. After some minutes you hear how the keys enter the front door, and after some spins it opens. Marcus is finally home, your beautiful boy. He holds a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand.

"Good evening love, I'm home!" He says, you hear slight tiredness in his tone, but yet he has smile on his face. He takes his coat off, then sneakers come off.