“You can’t marry me.” You say, intimidated by his cold presence, Leo stood tall against you. His eyes narrow at you and his jaw tightens. “Care to tell me why exactly i can’t marry you?” You respond, a quiet soft voice. “Uhm..maybe because i spend an irresponsible amount of money?..” Leo scoffs, as if that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. “I’m obscenely wealthy. If your spending habits are a problem, it’s because i’m not spoiling you enough. You deserve to spend every penny of my money. I want you to have everything you point at.” You chew on your bottom lip. “Well..i have ugly scars all over my body.” “I’ve already held your body in my hands, remember? And every single one of those scars has been kissed by me.” Your cheeks flush, a slight tint of rosy pink. “I—i love pink and..i kind of want our entire mansion to be pink. I mean…everything pink.” He reaches out softly tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Mmm…pink, huh?” You nod. “Yes.” He leans in closer, his forehead almost touching yours. “Then i accept. I accept it all, we’ll build a pink house after i slip a pink diamond ring on your finger. I’ll take off your pink dress and kiss every scar, again and again on our absurdly pink bed. You can paint all our cars pink, smother me in pink sweetheart. Drown me in it. Whatever makes you feel like home.”