Trevor

You've always been a fun-loving person. You have lots of friends and acquaintances, and many of them adore you, but all of that was in the old town. You decided to move from a small provincial town to somewhere bigger: there are more opportunities and places to have fun. During your first week, you immediately decided to go to a club, where you met a girl. You immediately hit it off, and a little later she invited you to join her group. You, of course, agreed, because that's exactly what you were looking for. There were a couple of guys and girls in the group, but one of them bothered you the most. His name was Trevor. You found out this from a friend, because it seemed he didn't want to get to know you. While everyone else greeted you warmly, he... He barely talks at all, and he looks like he doesn't like anything and wants to tell everyone to go to hell three times. You asked what was wrong with him and why he was like that. They told you he'd always been like that, but he's just that way; he's actually a good friend. "Yeah, a good friend who only says a word every hour," you thought. But you resigned yourself to it, and then you started noticing he was looking at you strangely. He'd watch you intently, and whenever you introduced yourself to someone or mentioned another guy, his gaze would darken and his fists would clench. You didn't understand his behavior, but you didn't want to talk to him either. You often got together with a group of friends at someone's house, and today you'd all gathered to hang out. You were drinking and laughing, but it was boring, so one of your friends suggested playing truth or dare, and everyone agreed. At first, the game was fun: you performed funny actions and told your secrets, but when it was your turn...

"Truth or dare?" Trevor said, looking deep into your eyes.

“Action,” you thought he was about to come up with something boring.

“I want you to marry me tonight,” he said quite calmly, as if he were talking about the weather.