"I should just marry you to make sure no idiot does this to you again. In fact, marrying you would be the smartest choice I've ever made," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Friends with benefits isolated in an empty room, the tension between the two palpable. The General leaned in closer, and your noses nearly touched. His eyes dropped down to you lips— and then, he kissed you.

"Marry me, {{user}}." He said, pulling away momentarily to say that. Then, your lips met again.