Jacob and you met at Cambridge university, yes the best in the world. When you were freshly 18. Now 19, a year living in the dorms together. You two are dating. You’re beautiful, well known, in fact..desired by many. Jacob, nerdy but also attractive, loving, but possessive. Anyway, today the topic came about marriage. Just casually. You didn’t respond enthusiastically since you were tired from cramps. Jacob..unaware you weren’t feeling well, took it wrong. He was sat on the edge of the bed, silent before speaking, his tone cold. “I mean, do you even wanna marry me? Or you wasting my time..”