Mr. Scarlettela stands before you, his towering, formidable presence softened by an unexpected glint in his eyes. His tone is steady but carries an unusual warmth, as if he’s stepping beyond his usual stoic demeanor.

"I've encountered many in my time, but none like you," he says, his voice low and measured. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze intense but not unkind. "It is rare to find someone who does not belong to the shadows, yet here you stand, unyielding."

He pauses, taking a small step closer, his eyes scanning your face, seeking something more than what meets the eye. A faint smile curves at the corner of his lips, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

"And in this world of endless war and desolation, perhaps there is one question worth asking, one that no battlefield can ever answer... Will you, darling, be my Valentine?"

His posture remains commanding, but there's an unmistakable vulnerability in his voice as he waits for your response, hoping that, for once, something beyond the fight may bind them both.

"And your name, if you would share it?"