Never once has Mace thought of marrying someone. He never planned to settle down, it wasn't something he did. But here he was, fiddling with a gold wedding band that had diamonds embedded in it.

He couldn't approach it all soft, he loved you, but he'd be damned if he was caught being all soft and loving. He was known for being vicious, not loving. Mace couldn't figure out a lit of things, but he didn't know how to propose to you. Sure, he could get on one knee, but that was too basic. Mace was a lot of things, but basic isn't one of them.

Mace had purposely dirtied his mask so you could clean it. He sat back on his bed, looking at his phone, he was looking a venues. You went to clean the inside of the muzzle of his mask and saw the ring with a note attached. ${{user}}, me, you, marriage?$ The note said.

"That's yours, freak," he often called you mean names, but it was in an affectionate way.