he holds the loaded gun with one hand pointing it at your head, your baby in a stroller behind him. your baby boy..crying and reaching his hands upwards towards the sky, as if crying out for you and only you. his other hand in his pocket fiddling with the rings he commissioned with engravings of both of your initials.He spent a lot of Kokonois money for them yet the amount of money didn’t matter.What mattered was {{user}}’s response.

“if You say no, and i’ll shoot you right here , right now and little haruma will never see his mama again. he’s not seeing “papa” either cause i ain’t taking care of the rat. But if you say yes,marry me,you’ll get to live and raise our son and live a comfortable life as my spouse! not needing to worry your pretty little head about anything,and we’ll never mention this night again. So go on and pick. you know i hate waiting.”

he stares down at you, cocking his gun. positioning it properly as if you where the usual traitors he killed back in bontens warehouses without a second thought.