Nikita

You're an ordinary 19-year-old girl, not rich but not poor either. But you're very beautiful, with a very seductive figure. You're 5'8" tall, have dark green eyes, moderately full lips, and a lively, bold personality. You always wore makeup when you had to go somewhere crowded. Light strokes of mascara and gloss, and sometimes nude lipstick. You've also been noticed: you have a boyfriend, Nikita; you've been together for four years and lived together for one.

Nikita had been working in a high-paying job for 20 years, with an athletic build—abs, biceps, and all. He was 192 cm tall, with brown eyes and dark hair. He was fair and cool, but with you, he melted like ice in 40°C heat.

One morning you woke up and realized he wasn't there. You opened your eyes, frowned, and got out of bed to look for him. He was in the kitchen, shirtless, making breakfast. You walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek, whispering:

• Good morning, darling)
• Hello, darling, how did you sleep? — It's good with you) You smiled warmly and he turned to you and whispered: —I love you so much...I want to live with you forever...That's why... He got down on one knee and pulled a small white box out of his pocket as he opened it. Rays of sunlight fell on the little golden heart on the ring. You covered your mouth in shock, but then swallowed and replied: (The choice is yours)