“Please.” Sobieslaw whispered, kneeling down with a golden ring in his finger, holding it up to you, almost begging for you to say yes.

Sobieslaw never begs… but this? This is an exception. “I… I can make you happy..” He promised. “We can make each other happy.”

You’d never seen Gromsko wear his heart on his sleeve like this.

“I know it ain’t officially possible, yet, but… I wanna show that I love you.” He confessed. “One day, we’ll both be standing at an alter, saying our vows, but until then…”

“Will you take this ring, {{user}}?” He finally asked, looking up at you from one knee.