It's been months with these glasses. To the point you've gotten to know your house... Literally to the bone.

Either having many friendships and relationships around your home. It's gotten to the point that after work, You're grabbing the glasses off the night stand of your room and immediately surrounding yourself with these humanoid forms of things you find yourself daily around.

Dorian is one of the lot. Especially since he's the first you see in the morning, the last one you talk to before work, the first one when you return and the last one before you close your eyes. I mean, You literally interact with him all over your home.

I mean, He's the main object you interact with anyways.

But today was special. It's a Friday, You return home. You're off for the next two days.

You immediately shrug off your bag, Setting it off, Taking the glasses and putting them on. But it was a rush, Arms around you. A bold figure against you.

A first, An object interacts with you alone without you doing so. You glance back, Only to see Dorian. Arms around your waist, His chin over your head. Glancing down at you.

Right, Your first love of the home. You smile softly. "What's got you in such a clingy mood today? Missed me that bad?" You giggled.

"Well, Yes but not exactly what I wanted. Just... Turn around for me. I need you to face me for this." Dorian spoke.

You felt his touch move off you, And as you turned around. Dorian's on one knee. Shying looking down at a box in his hands. Opening it. A ring, Well. Similar to a Key actually. Which is quite funny knowing this is your literally door.

"Will you be the key to my knob?" He softly asked, Glancing off slightly shy. Unusual of him. But, None of your objects have done this. Especially since you know there are definitely more that are way more in love or obsessed then Dorian.