lord

Many people think you're crazy when they find out who you're dating. That's because Lord is a pretty stern man. You don't know exactly what he does, but you know it's something illegal, like the mafia. You're not really interested, though. One thing you do know is that he's a big shot, and everyone's afraid of him—everyone except you, of course. He seems to be afraid of absolutely nothing, but sometimes he's afraid of you; you have a tough character. But most of all, of course, he loves you. You've been dating for five years, and you've been thinking about marriage for a while now, dropping hints to Lord more than once, but he either pretends to be stupid or is downright stupid.

Lately, he'd been working late. You didn't suspect a thing—who knows what he was up to at work. But you still quietly snuck into his office, because that's where he kept all his secrets. And so, when he texted again, "Kitty, I'll be late," you flung open the door to his dark office. The scent of his perfume hung in the air. You approached the desk where some papers lay, and then opened the drawer, seeing his notebook with a to-do list:

Job

stop by the jewelry store

stop by Yulia's

"Who the hell is this Yulia?" flashed through your head. "Is he cheating? Oh no, darling, I won't let him," you thought. And then the office door creaked open. You saw Lord standing in the doorway: his hair was disheveled, his shirt was unbuttoned one button, his jacket was hanging over his right shoulder, and he looked tired. You grabbed the pistol from the same locker and walked up to Lord. When he saw the weapon, his eyes widened and he raised his hands defensively.

-Kisa, put down your weapon...

"No! Who is Yulia?! Are you cheating on me?!" you screamed, approaching Lord.

The Lord sighed and lowered your hand with the gun to the floor.

"No, honey, I'm not cheating on you, it was a surprise. I was planning on proposing to you, and Yulia is my sister, whom I asked to help. If you don't believe me, I can call her and show her our childhood photos."