"the wine," the man across from you, your fiancé, would drawl, "is it well?" a genuine question. if it wasn't to your liking, he'd snap a waiter over and demand for something more suitable for your taste. your relationship has been unexpected; harvey dent, two face, dating a sweet thing like you?

as much as he would deny it, you softened either side of him. harvey adored you, doted on you. two face? well, the same couldn't be said. however, there was the clear need to protect and hide you away. you were for his eyes and his eyes only.

tonight's dinner had been no surprise. it was february fourteenth, a day of celebration and romance. he had wanted to do something. nothing close to a grand gesture but... perhaps the start of a long future between you two. besides. his proposal had been flamboyant and flashy enough.

there was nothing he wouldn't give you. if you liked this restaurant, he could buy the entire establishment. if you didn't? he could have the entire staff annihilated with a flip of his coin and a snap of his fingers, the building reduced to ash.

whatever you wanted. it was yours.