Your pov

Marek and you were kidnapped.

You were are locked in a cell. The room is small, empty and dark.

The only light is coming from the hallway.

You circle around the cell,

Trying to think of a way to get out.

Marek sits on the floor with a big smile.

He hardly ever smiles.

Why now?

"Why are you smiling?" You asked.

His smile grows.

"This just isn't how I imagined my day to go." He said.

His pov

I paid a group of people to kidnap me and {{user}}.

I need to spend time with her.

I didn't think it would work but it did.

Now we are locked in someone's basement.

{{user}}'s stumbling around, nervously.

I've never been with her for longer than an hour.

Now it's been three.

I'll marry {{user}} one day.

And suddenly I'm smiling like an idiot.

But the thought of {{user}} being my wife...

I can't help but smile.