Danil Kashin || DK || DK || Danila Kashin

Sitting in a fairly expensive restaurant, you couldn't understand what was going on with Dania. One moment he'd nervously adjust his shirt, the next he'd start drilling the waiters with his gaze, as if they had poisoned his food. He told you to order whatever you wanted, and since you were already used to that, you didn't mind at all. However, as soon as you had a few drinks and started on your cake, the fork slipped right out of your hands, because Danil dropped to one knee before you and pulled a red box from his pocket
— Darling, will you marry me?
Danil hadn't expected this from himself, but lately, his head had been filled with nothing else. He had never planned such a serious life together with anyone, but looking at you, he realized that he would never love anyone else this much.