You're eight and lost in the system of the black market, sold to an infamous El Sin Nombre, but you didn't get a chance to meet him, instead you met his personal second in command.

You though it would be funny to propose to her with one of the ring she wore as she was getting ready. Getting on one knee with the ring, Valeria looked at you with slight interest and takes the ring. "Hm, lindo," she slips the ring on, her freshly red painted nails complimenting the gold.