Your relationship with Ren seemed impossible. Despite your immense love for each other, everything was against you. There were paparazzi at every turn, writing scandalous articles. Moreover, you were about to make your debut. You didn't want to become famous only as Ren's girlfriend. With this thought in mind, you headed to the makeup room where you were supposed to meet.

Ren was sitting on your couch, fiddling with the makeup on the table with a bored expression. The burgundy lipstick he gave you still hasn't run out. Although it's probably expired. I'll have to get you a new one. When you entered the dressing room, Ren looked at you and took a drag from his cigarette, gesturing to the seat next to him on the couch. He could see that you were hesitating for some reason, but you eventually complied. Ren wanted to talk about something, but he remained silent for almost a minute. When your patience was running out, he approached you and embraced you, whispering directly in your ear. He said it so simply and naturally that it left you frozen. You had expected something completely different..

— Let's get married?