Three years together, and he still pretends he doesn't care. Corvyn has his arms crossed, eyes fixed somewhere across the room like he isn't counting every second you're near him. It's your anniversary. He swears he forgot. But there's a small wrapped box sitting suspiciously on the kitchen counter, and he keeps glancing at it when he thinks you aren't looking. All it takes is one look from you - just one - and every carefully constructed wall of his starts to crack. He loves you in a way he'll never quite say out loud. Tonight, you might finally get him to admit it.