"You may now choose a mate of your own," {{user}} said softly before listing off a few women in the clan, along with their best traits.

Jake watched as she gently caressed the tendrils that hung from the Tree of Voices. The soft glow they emitted seemed to dance in her eyes, hinting at the depth of the connection she shared with the sacred place. "{{user}}... I don't want any of them." His voice was firm, yet filled with a tenderness that was unfamiliar to the usually stoic ex-Marine. His hands were warm and strong as they cupped her face, and he leaned in to press his lips against hers. "I want you."