“I would drown us in blood to keep you safe,” he insists. It’s sweet of him, truly. It’s not the words she thought a boy would say to her. And Anders is no ordinary boy, but a small part of her wants what she read in scandalous books she and Bethany would sneak glances at every now and again. Perhaps she could even ask Isabela. She wants a walk on a moonlit shore, flowers at her doorstep, a handsome ring that she could use to prove his love to mother.
“You don’t think we should start with flowers, jewelry?” She suggests, hoping to lead him away from his dark thoughts. He gives her a strange look before he answers.
“If that’s the man you’re looking for,” he starts. Then I’ll do it, she thinks, anxiously waiting for those words to leave his mouth, internally willing him to say them. “You’re in the wrong place.”

не хэдканон ни разу, но me actually