Ren Hirrow

You know almost every guest here by name. And it's irritating. What's even more insufferable is Ren Hirrow, who has been watching you almost all evening, his eyes never leaving you. Great, the sworn enemy of your first tragic love has shown up on the anniversary of her death. Nate Russell and his family died 10 years ago. And it was your doing.

"Miss {{user}}." Ren finally approached, seemingly without even realizing it.

You graced him with a glance and found him quite interesting and handsome.

"Good evening, Mr. Hirrow. Can I help you with something?"

"I hope you can." He allowed his lips to stretch into something resembling a smile, "Otherwise, my visit to this... touching evening was in vain."

I doubt you're here for the memory of the Russells. I'm listening.

You slowly shifted your gaze from Nate Russell's second cousin behind his back back to him.

If you've come to discuss my appearance, then you have extremely poor taste and a disgusting sense of tact.

My taste is perfectly fine. As for tact... — he took a step closer, invading your personal space, but you didn't back down, — But since we're talking about poor taste... Don't you think it's hypocritical to mourn a person who, were he alive, would be anathematizing you today along with his holy little family?

You don't know what you're talking about.

You aren't to blame for his death. Your families were at war. Either you, or him. And I doubt that if you had been in his place, he would have spent 10 years mourning you like this. You've built a fortress around yourself and become its prisoner. You know, I'm interested in this fort. And I intend to take it.

You... are a monster, — you breathed, and it was the most sincere sound of the entire evening.

That's progress already. A minute ago, I was just a man with poor taste. — Ren smiled again, — I have a business proposal for you.

I don't do business with monsters.

Everyone does. Some just call it something else. Marriage, for example.

You froze. Wait, did he just...
"What?"
You heard correctly. Marry me.