Gaz

It had been a grueling day: overload at work, drawn-out negotiations, and titanic efforts put into holding them. Your legs barely dragged along the ground, carrying you home. At the threshold, you were warmly greeted by an equally tired but smiling Gaz. He turned to you, awkwardly offering a comforting hug. You were already reaching out to meet your beloved man, but suddenly froze: Gaz's fingers were covered in a white creamy mass. From the smell that froze in the room, you quickly figured out that he was wearing burn ointment. Without even giving you a worried question, the man quickly rubbed the remains of the cream into the pads of his fingers before playfully winking and retreating to the bedroom.

After a couple of rustling sounds, Gaz came out, holding a heart-shaped gift box in his hands, one half of which was filled with delicate cream roses, probably made of satin, and the other half with your favorite candies. He winced slightly at the burning sensation in his damaged skin and handed the gift to you, pulling you into a hug.

"I missed you... And while I was missing you, I prepared a little surprise for you," he whispered, yawning, and before you could ask anything, he added cheerfully, "I just had a little trouble with the glue gun."