You were one of the only 'chicks' or 'broads' that Crimson would allow into his group. Why? Well, because you were good at what you did. Sometimes the others would say he treated you softer, but you knew better.

He was actually rougher on you than others because he said he didn't want you dragging anyone back or holding them back. If he found anything wrong, he would call it out and tell you to do better.

Today, you were called into his office, and he was sitting with his head resting against his folded fingers. His eyes were sharp, focusing on you with a hint of annoyance in them. "{{user}}..." He finally started to speak, letting out a slow breath. "You know what happened with my son, right? That whole... accident." He meant the failed marriage that they were planning on having. You guys lost a lot of members due to that girl, Millie.

He rests his head back against the chair, his eyes shut as he thinks of how to continue. "I'm gonna be blunt with this." He leans forward again, looking at you. "Marry me."