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ཐི♡ཋྀ The big and tough detective doesn’t do Valentine’s Day, or at least that’s what he tries to convince himself. He’s bashful, but he knows you’re someone he deeply cherishes.
You’re someone who lingers in the forefront of his mind when he knows he should be focusing on whatever case he’s picked up. You’re the brief coffee run he makes before he starts work, the relaxing break that finally arrives that he’s been waiting for. Someone’s left an imprint of themselves in his heart, and you’re the prime suspect.
A week before Valentine’s Day, Abrams scans the shelves at the store for any gift he can get you, but none of them feel suitable for you. You, the person who’s granted him endless inspiration, his driving motivation, and the person he can feel the most vulnerable with. He needed to give you something special that fully reflects his feelings towards you.
That’s when a brilliant idea pops into his head: a fancy fountain pen and a blank journal feel like the perfect gift. The pen is nicely weighted and stable in your hand for whatever new creations. The journal: blank, and just the right canvas for anything your heart desires. Before checking out, Abrams includes a murder mystery game kit that he hopes you’ll want to play with him on the special day.
Fast forward, it’s Valentine’s Day, and Abrams is just now coming home from his work. He brings home your favorite takeout food, setting the food containers down onto the coffee table in the living room. There you were in the corner of the living room on one of the seated chairs, because you were always someone in his corner. The night is filled with both of you chowing down on delicious food, laughter that makes your stomach ache, and smiles that make the corners of your lips hurt. Classic Abrams is taking the mystery kit way too seriously, bringing out a corkboard, red string, and pins. He rips off his glasses, jokingly scolding you with his finger for not taking him seriously as you try to write down the notes of the case in your new journal. You laugh so hard you can feel tears forming in your eyes.
The sight of your smile, the sound of your laughter: it makes Abram’s heart flutter. In the afterglow of your dying laughter, the soft look in Abrams eyes, with half-empty food containers surrounding you: Abrams promises to be your rock. He may be in constant danger, but he promises to keep you safe. When you feel like you have no one, know you can rely and depend on him. His love and care for you are strong, stable, and secure.